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You know what I love?

I love when people say the most horrifying, derogatory things to me. The worst, the better.

And do you know why?

Because I love the feeling of my body beginning to shake. My eyes start to squint and water slightly, and I suddenly burst out with anger. It's the release I love, even when my whole body feels as if...
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daemontia:
i hate that feeling, mainly because i get all red (it's the irish in me???) and i feel like it's not proper to go off on a person looking like a tomato. who can take you seriously? lol

thanks for the reply, but, you can give you're opinion anytime. i don't mind, as long as it's not mean tongue
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You know those countless hundreds of small, sweet movies where the young, beautiful, and upbeat girl goes up to the quiet, anti-social, ugly guy and asks him out, then finds out that deep inside his heart, he's an incredibly talented and intelligent person and they fall deeply in love, but then have a serious argument which ends in a breakup, but then the man does...
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niobe:
HA! Very true. smile
franandzooey:
Is that how finding neverland is? It looks good, but cheesy sort of. Who knows. I ain't mad at cha'! I am just so selfish and self absorbed lately that I haven't been on SG much. I use to update my journal literally twice a day and now it's like once every two weeks! How ya' been?
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I have a confession to make.

Since I was a teenager, I thought I was lucky enough to find the easy way out of any situation. If I waited long enough, a solution would appear and solve my problems. No matter how hard my life would become, there would be something or someone there to rescue me and take me in.

And this time, I've...
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Nothing new. Just consistancy.
The same things to a higher degree.
Sadness, pain and animosity.
That's what it means to be me.

Haha, that's it. I'm done with poetry, I promise. Writing that made me laugh.
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"if you want to view paradise, simply look around and view it.
anything you want....do it.
want to change the world? there's nothing...to it"

everything moves fluidly in this world. as time flows, things are in constant change. every minute of every day for better or for worse, whether tragedy or ecstasy, we are in constant flux.

there is no moment we can't re-direct the...
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crypticrapture:
ditto. blackeyed
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online friends
only relate to you
because when you're speaking
they're staring at their own face
reflected in their monitor


good ideas on the back of a milk carton
missing
if found
please send them back home
i miss them very much
the reward i offer
is one less page of blank white paper


when you look down on planet earth
from where god's eye...
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malloreigh:
i don't add collectors to my list. if more than half of their friends are suicidegirls, i get very suspicious.
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OCT 12

"e:x-is*te-nc:e"

once the box was opened
pandora hid inside
the guilt she felt
ripped her apart
she closed the lids to hide the screams
she asphyxiated, then died
we're not innocent
we can't hide from our guilt
bloodshot
and puffy eyes
won't make death feel sorry for us

OCT. 9

The WordPerfect file stares me in the eye and demands action.

It wants...
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aaardvark:
Thus is the way of life biggrin
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Something bit me.

I'm not sure what it was.

It wasn't something physical.

But I can feel it in my veins.

I fear for my veins.

And my health.
poem:
that was so beautifully poetic
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Imagine a doorway to a obscured reflection. A window into an alien landscape. Our world, yet much older and much more advanced.

Strange echoes, hollow noises come from the pitch black stairway beyond. You take a small step. The smell of must grips you and you hesitate only a moment, before closing your eyes and taking another step forward. You make your way down the...
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poem:
You can pay with a checks too, if you have those wink
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I don't update this nearly enough. Maybe because this a counter-culture site and I'm so counter that I'm beyond pop-culture and somewhere thousands of miles away even farther in this little land of crazy impalas shaped like cultures.

Or maybe I just get online enough anymore.