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the difference between moving slow and not moving at all

every day i grow older and listen to the sound of the fridge and radiator

every day i grow older

and your free to call
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Aprarently Matt Gonzalez wants to make foie gras illegal!

He's the suicide girl I want to marry.

blush
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It's not just the taist of my crepitus
or the way you make me feel all midgetus...all day
because when you beat me,
when you beat me you sing
violet:
eeek
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It's not only lonely at the top. It smells like "B.O."
violet:
It was a sex cult, we drank a funny colored kool-aid, and that's why i'm in space right now, giving an alien oral sex for cookies.
palindrome:
I wonder what that says about those that occupy that space?

confused
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Freindster sucks. All this shit is soul sucking... I need to do some farming or something. Maybe I'll just head to the video store.
violet:
I didn't cut it myself my moms did! Hope you had a nice thanksgiving!!!
palindrome:
Ooo! Farm soybeans!
wink
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Very excited despite the recent chaos (see post "jerking off the dog") I have finally undertaken my long awaited painting project: fugue of gray. Origami crabs and the lanterns will have to wait until tomorrow.
violet:
Darling, you don't like the chaos on Jerking Off the Dog? I think it's awesome, but dont' worry I don't think you are the one who was whacking... Thanks for making me one of your favorites..hehehe
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Most people go through life building hallow constructs of meaningful existence. Desperately seeking comfort and affirmation that their position in the world is accepted by others and temporarily secure.

I observe people doing this primarily by interest (sports = Oakly, K2, etc.) with very little insight into the system that they are supporting.

By 'system' I mean business. Because that's what a business is, a...
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misterjesus:
A little psycho for a big psycho like me.


and I think Maynard would approve.


plus I was not in the mood to be terribly creative in that entry, my brin is slightly overloaded recently.


plus I really like that song.
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The sigularity of solitude spares no one.

(city of the lost children)