mal grande tiempo Vaca de los muerte!!!!
long live the revolution. and stuff....
stay tuned
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ok ok... never mind that bad big time cow bullshit, the revolution is not a aol keyword.
what the f is really goin on.
Fer starters, soon i move again, then again shortly there after. maybe at the end of it all, i'll have a room of my own,...
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long live the revolution. and stuff....
stay tuned
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ok ok... never mind that bad big time cow bullshit, the revolution is not a aol keyword.
what the f is really goin on.
Fer starters, soon i move again, then again shortly there after. maybe at the end of it all, i'll have a room of my own,...
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not sucking as bad, but still not in a fun way.
ive done the math enough to know the dangers of our second guessing, two can crumble unless we grow, strengthen our communication
unrelated:
i sprung something in my back, dead center between my shoulder blades, and it is not fun.
more unrelated:
i hate it when people try to blow sunshine up my ass...
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ive done the math enough to know the dangers of our second guessing, two can crumble unless we grow, strengthen our communication
unrelated:
i sprung something in my back, dead center between my shoulder blades, and it is not fun.
more unrelated:
i hate it when people try to blow sunshine up my ass...
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kay:
My asshole is already tan.... 
indeed.
~cheers
indeed.
~cheers
kay:
You are so not kidding.
Sphincter lotion. Good call.
~cheers
Sphincter lotion. Good call.
~cheers
this is starting to suck.
good-bye sweet, sweet woman.
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now, to the gym with you, screams my inner little mongol, whipping my ears with crop and charging about on his trusty, if not tiny, little pony. at least he be not wagglin a rusty sword, or pinpricking my face with sure and true shots of his ancient bow. I better get on, b4 he gets ....
serious. Maybe more...
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now, to the gym with you, screams my inner little mongol, whipping my ears with crop and charging about on his trusty, if not tiny, little pony. at least he be not wagglin a rusty sword, or pinpricking my face with sure and true shots of his ancient bow. I better get on, b4 he gets ....
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kay:
~cheers
arachnequarius:
you are such a love, but you know that i shall see you elsewhere. and, in fact, i may be back.
ohhhh, how i love the workoutness. and you must fuel the mongols ~ they'll not cotton to a diet, oh no. however, you need a decent cook. i'll be right over.
ohhhh, how i love the workoutness. and you must fuel the mongols ~ they'll not cotton to a diet, oh no. however, you need a decent cook. i'll be right over.
here, a quick snapshot.
i pretend. i live alone, eat healthy, work out. take good care of myself, look for a good tomorrow. Plenty of sleep, successful job. i write, paint, spill art from my even voiced calls to friends, family, strangers. Yes i pretend all these...
rationally, i so not live alone, although when awake and at home, it seems that way. the most...
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i pretend. i live alone, eat healthy, work out. take good care of myself, look for a good tomorrow. Plenty of sleep, successful job. i write, paint, spill art from my even voiced calls to friends, family, strangers. Yes i pretend all these...
rationally, i so not live alone, although when awake and at home, it seems that way. the most...
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arachnequarius:
oh, but indeed. responses work on multiple levels, no? yes. 
cutriver:
Yes, this sounds familiar - you need to get out, dude!
I'm sorry, that was very patronising, but I only say it cos I'm in the same situation. In retrospect, my nightmare housing situation of last year, when I was besieged by stone-throwing brats and vowed never to return home before dark may actually have been a blessing in disguise, since it forced me to go out and be sociable and find things to do. Similarly now that I'm back in Paris, I discover that the apartment next door is under construction with lots of hammering and drilling going on all day, so, unable to work at home, I have to go out and work in the library, where at least I might offer a wan little smile to a contemptuous girl. (Today a statuesque black beauty borrowed my pencil - swoon!)
Anyway, enough self-pity, recipe: ... I ain't much of a cook either - the other day I saw a bit of City Slickers where the cook says 'The food's brown, hot, and there's lots of it!' That's kind of how it is with me. My pice de rsistance has always been chili: recipe: meat, beans, tomatoes, chilis, fresh, dried or sauced, however they happen to be available. simmer time depends upon hunger. Serve with rice. Secret ingredient: one teaspoon of Marmite, but I don't know if you have Marmite over there...
By the way, I'm enjoying the image of you being sat on by lesbians. Have you ever come across furniture porn?
In Sydney I saw a T-shirt (girl-size) bearing the legend: 'Dip me in honey and throw me to the lesbians'. Ahem.
I'm sorry, that was very patronising, but I only say it cos I'm in the same situation. In retrospect, my nightmare housing situation of last year, when I was besieged by stone-throwing brats and vowed never to return home before dark may actually have been a blessing in disguise, since it forced me to go out and be sociable and find things to do. Similarly now that I'm back in Paris, I discover that the apartment next door is under construction with lots of hammering and drilling going on all day, so, unable to work at home, I have to go out and work in the library, where at least I might offer a wan little smile to a contemptuous girl. (Today a statuesque black beauty borrowed my pencil - swoon!)
Anyway, enough self-pity, recipe: ... I ain't much of a cook either - the other day I saw a bit of City Slickers where the cook says 'The food's brown, hot, and there's lots of it!' That's kind of how it is with me. My pice de rsistance has always been chili: recipe: meat, beans, tomatoes, chilis, fresh, dried or sauced, however they happen to be available. simmer time depends upon hunger. Serve with rice. Secret ingredient: one teaspoon of Marmite, but I don't know if you have Marmite over there...
By the way, I'm enjoying the image of you being sat on by lesbians. Have you ever come across furniture porn?
In Sydney I saw a T-shirt (girl-size) bearing the legend: 'Dip me in honey and throw me to the lesbians'. Ahem.
one minute the red me, the next a blurry more rational me.
meh
just a sleepy me
meh
just a sleepy me
kay:
Sleep, get some sleep.
~cheers
~cheers
kay:
Indeed. I keep trying to sneak up on it as well. It keeps running like hell.
~cheers
~cheers
fast water
small hours
sleeping cats
showing me the way
touching skin
crouching death
evil eye
lover's grasp
long slow sigh
decay
flesh of fruit
paste of sky
cottonballs
wet and cold
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hrm, meh, f'it
no worries
small hours
sleeping cats
showing me the way
touching skin
crouching death
evil eye
lover's grasp
long slow sigh
decay
flesh of fruit
paste of sky
cottonballs
wet and cold
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hrm, meh, f'it
no worries
arachnequarius:
snow time live from the appollo? omg, . so funny! that is the kind of punning that constitutes a long evening of giggling while strangers shoot you withering glances. hee.
and i may need to reverse the energy pipeline, especially since i got noooo sleep last night and am running on fumes right now. tooooo busy.
i like the above ~ images quick and sharp.
now, f'what?
. so funny! that is the kind of punning that constitutes a long evening of giggling while strangers shoot you withering glances. hee.
and i may need to reverse the energy pipeline, especially since i got noooo sleep last night and am running on fumes right now. tooooo busy.
i like the above ~ images quick and sharp.
now, f'what?
kay:
~cheers
me+basicinternetresearch+$6=unlockcode.cellpone+grip of cash = new local cell number.
Ya fuckin hoooo, now all i need is to get some peeps to call. Aside from the old skool kids in CA, and the two peeps here, I ain't got too many kids to call. BUT i do have free long distance (hinthint) SO, if someone where to want a call, i could do so, and it...
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Ya fuckin hoooo, now all i need is to get some peeps to call. Aside from the old skool kids in CA, and the two peeps here, I ain't got too many kids to call. BUT i do have free long distance (hinthint) SO, if someone where to want a call, i could do so, and it...
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sicpowered:
wow, i broke it. WHUAUHAHAUAHAUAHHAuhauhauahuahuahahuauhauhauaha... *gasp, pant, pant*
arachnequarius:
good sweet lord ~ what are you doing over there? 
mental note: if the thought occurs " maybe i jus twon't eat today" find a large heavy, preferably hard (ie steel, iron, english hardwood) blunt intrument, and smash me in the head. the results are approximately the same, and at least i'll have a little bump on the nog to show for it. I guess thats not as good as a little snog in the...
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kay:
Creamcicle....one of my favorite boozes to mix down here. IBC cream soda, with triple sec.
Who's yer weasel?
Good choice on the quote. I like Winston very much.
~cheers
Who's yer weasel?
Good choice on the quote. I like Winston very much.
~cheers
arachnequarius:
no whoring whatsoever? hmmmm, that doesn't sound like much fun. i vote for eating and whoring.
Dogs better, i'm better, though i am feelin like a slow train wreck tumbling through the motions of catastrophic failure, without actually doing any damage. close up on a childs toy in slow motion, being tossed around, crashing for fun.
last night was a lot of sleep, so much i overfilled my dreams, all the bad ones spilled out onto the floor, and i was...
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cutriver:
Train, traaaaaaiiiiiiin, comin' down the line!
I'll probably get a lot more days all alone when I'm back in Paris (next week). I read and I eat and I go to the cinema, and I wander the streets looking at girls in a Jack the Ripper/Mr Hyde kind of way...
I had the clearest ever vision of the contents of my mind when I took LSD. I had this sudden visual notion that my mind was something like a dark puddle of petrol and the acid was a drop falling into it with ripples spreading catastrophically out from the point of impact... I still shudder when I think about it...
And, no, I didn't get me any hot aussie honeys whilst down under. P'shaw, what'd you expect?
I'll probably get a lot more days all alone when I'm back in Paris (next week). I read and I eat and I go to the cinema, and I wander the streets looking at girls in a Jack the Ripper/Mr Hyde kind of way...
I had the clearest ever vision of the contents of my mind when I took LSD. I had this sudden visual notion that my mind was something like a dark puddle of petrol and the acid was a drop falling into it with ripples spreading catastrophically out from the point of impact... I still shudder when I think about it...
And, no, I didn't get me any hot aussie honeys whilst down under. P'shaw, what'd you expect?
cutriver:
Having read that back, I'd like to make a correction: it was more like my mind was a puddle of water and it was the LSD that was like a kind of oil or petrol, i.e. something that just wouldn't mix with the rest of my mind and had to somehow float viscously on the top of it...
