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[12 Jul 2009|09:05pm] |
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I have the greatest idea for a pendant. isn't it a shame i don't wear pendants.
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[25 Jun 2009|06:48pm] |
I have new pets! Fig and Bruce. They're newts. They're amazing! Getting a acquarium for 'em, live plants. Pretty excited!
I slammed my new coat in the door and ripped the seams while on the docket to make'a pockets. lol
If I could put one memory into an envelope for 40 years from now, it'd be laughing with Steve on that dock. It's happened so many times - just the two of us - the most beautiful lake..
It crossed my mind on the drive that if he ever gets married, I couldn't attend. I'm not sure what that says.
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[07 Jun 2009|02:45am] |
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im so full of shit.
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| being the outlaw. |
[14 May 2009|10:37pm] |
I live in a world where outlaws have no understanding. I am no part of their world but they cannot see it because I am such a vital part of their world.
Part of being an outlaw is never needing/knowing how to explain my position. I just am, do what you need to me, I will just be.
I didn't vote. I file my taxes late. I dream in colour. Shackle me, break my heart, tell me you love me but you're with someone else. I see it all and I love it all and there is really nothing you can do to me that changes it. I am free in the world wether it's a liberal, conservitive or green one. Why should I lie to myself and believe I make a difference. Pain and love and freedom and hope and charisma and beauty and angels are all a state of mind and time. The universe will ultimatly win - nothing is greater than the hard journey to death of the conciousness.
then we're all gonna be just dirt in the ground.
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[13 May 2009|05:42pm] |
'Cause the one thing stronger than the whiskey
Was the sight of her holdin' my baby girl.
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[06 May 2009|12:59pm] |
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i've found someone again. there are so many bodies in the sea that we become overwhelmed. each fish has their own colour and scars. i don't understand so much about them so im lost, but i do what comes natural when i get the chance to be close to someone, i do what i can only wish toe done to me... i care and nurture.. i entertain and comfort. theres no way to know if theres a stage and they're acting for months, but i am honest from the start. i have yet to meet someone the same. i'm terrified but primally ready to give it a shot. it's getting harder and i've developed the toxic need for this to be the last beginning. we'll see.
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[03 May 2009|01:04am] |
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You know, the most beautiful part of being manipulated is that they're your strings they're pulling.
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[27 Apr 2009|08:36am] |
Theres a pair out there that have hugely effected my life. From my thursday morning longings for stoner jazz, my self-association to bunnies, my sexy little red dress and husband to match, my openness to my imagination on a multitude of topics, to my love for KMFDM.
And, though I've been distaint, my life and I appreciate them still.
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[19 Apr 2009|01:44am] |
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does being hotter than someone really mean i shouldn't date them, mat? hm.
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[17 Apr 2009|08:13pm] |
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I AM GOING TO BED.
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[12 Apr 2009|10:12pm] |
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My elbow hurts from the wii. Amazing bunny day!
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[05 Apr 2009|10:57pm] |
My cup fills from a reservoir. It fills slower than I drain it. Slowly my reserve is drying up, but I really have no idea how much I had to begin with. My cup is bone dry right now, not even a taste in the bottom. If I sleep on it, there might be some in the morning but sleeping on an empty cup - sleeping alone - is defeating.
blah blah,
why is being lonely so unfashionable?
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[05 Apr 2009|02:49pm] |
hello sunshine,
boat names are singi to the romantic spirit the vitamin D ignights. Life is being narrated by passing strangers. Things are always good. I am reading some mowat. A book my father once told me I was too young to appreciate. I am no longer and like the red hair-dying effect Robbins has on me, my marrow is taking the wheel and driving my desire to Newfoundland. There are too many people in this world I have yet to meet and a good 'ol, east coast landed, irish decendance boy's awaiting me. Maybe he'll be french. And after him, an icelandic one.
As Bernard would say; Yum.
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[03 Apr 2009|12:53pm] |
It's easier to ask forgivness than permission, he used to tell me. What infuriation. He also used to lay claim to some sort of unholy, i-get-away-with-shit-because-i-know-city-life-you-<-country-girl. Ugh. I thew my reconciliation from the third floor of his best friends appartment buliding to hear it shatter. I should have thrown his best friend with it. Alas, I have a hard time quitting things I enjoy, even if they're quitting me. Especially if they're quitting me - look at me now. STILL WRITING ABOUT MAT FUCKING BENDAL. Still missing T.J.
Next time you see me, throw me out the window.
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[03 Apr 2009|09:11am] |
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Dear Lord and the Meat Puppets,
In this dream I'm having of us, I'm standing alone, strong, laughing at you. You're beautiful the way the era prompts, you're beautiful in the way you cry. Nirvana's playing somewhere tonight, their screaming fans applauding them not for being of talent but of something different. A horizion on the long days of the eighties. Children of change. Here we are, waking up nearly 20 years later, never recognizing the man sleeping beside us. The world's in chaos, the chaos spiriling and gaining speed, the fashionably blind trying to save it. Ah, but don't you see darling, the universe is hostile. It'll take you down along with your fashion signs and your dreaded ideals.
Where are we going? The jagged teeth of some shiney new future lure us, plaque and all. One day I will awake to be a has-been. Perhaps I'm prolonging waking up for that exact reason. I watch o news, I read no papers, I leave the room when you complain. I sometimes call myself an outlaw, I sometimes call myself a prop. I look behind me and spit, sometimes I toss the salt. I wink like it's sacret, I honor pet names. I am blessed in the only rythem I know how to be, (in spirit) I was one of the kids in the crowd there to watch Dave drum..
..and now, my love, I can drum along in my very own spice-in-the-pasta RockBand, begging of the universe nothing but to roll me.
I'm one of her favorites.
One of a million.
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[23 Mar 2009|12:50pm] |
Dear Lord and the Meat Puppets,
Mr. Hipster is the spin cycle. You're on top, slowly get sucked to the bottom - all wrapped around and caught up in things you don't want to be. Then there will be light and a revolation, then the warm comfort of his friend.
Lord, why did you make bunnies so bad?
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[20 Mar 2009|06:26am] |
Dear Lord and the Meat Puppets,
words of wisdom:
when trying to seduce a hot man into being late for work, don't burn him with your cigarette. Negative results ensure.
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[18 Mar 2009|06:56pm] |
Dear Lord and the Meat Puppets,
Hope things are well with the kids. It's occurred to me, rising upon the steps to his place, in just a few days (compouding to weeks) I will posess a completly new set of keys. Probably 5 to 1. My key ring will forsake me, you all know how it loves it's janitorial jingle. It will be strange having only one option as to where to sleep. New chapter, all that jive.
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[17 Mar 2009|04:12pm] |
Dear Lord and the Meat Puppets,
Last night was enough passion for one little girl. I'm fully expecting to find you laughing at me for calming myself by calling us friends. Work what works, though, right? I guess it's easier to leave a plateau you've never visited.
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