May 2010
just something to be noted.
Sometimes I scare myself with the things I read or what I find intriguing.
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Pushkin.
“What’s Up? Why Are You…”
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‘What’s up? Why are you of such saddened sight?’ –
‘I am in love!’ – ‘But who is your Sibilla?’ –
‘Just she! Just she!’ – ‘Glitsera, Hloya, Lila?’ –
‘Oh, no!’ – ‘For whom is sacrificed your heart?’ –
‘For her! For her!’ – ‘You’re shy, o, friend, my dear!
But why have you in such a pine to be?
Whose fault is it? Her man or dad is here…’ –
‘Oh,...
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art inspired fashion →
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Boxer Babes.
I gave my dogs a shower today. I ended up completely wet too. It was a trip.
The look on Nellies face…
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People like this woman always piss me off... →
The post secret picture is accurate. I used to do that shit.
A person who is nice to you but rude to the waiter, or to others, is not a nice...
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Words are misunderstandings.
I’m having trouble today. I looked at the moon for a long time. I thought of far away destinations. All sorts. Addiction is a scary thought and parts of it consume me, all kinds of addiction. But that isn’t the real issue. Not today. It might be tomorrow. We’ll have to wait for the turnaround.
Falsehoods are near. But I avoided previous persons earlier in the evening. I am...
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GEN
Wait I lied
#69
So :P I’m rich.
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'tis the way it is.
I write the way I sound. The way I sound to myself. I am not concerned with grammar. And only concerned with punctuation. But not proper punctuation. I think it’s important. I write the way I speak. I always have. Perhaps not in college essays, but on here, yes. (I am aware that it is important in professional situations. That’s a given)
I write the way I sound. And that is the sole...
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:)
I started writing today.
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I will go to the Cannes Film Festival one day. →
Sane People.
I keep having strange dreams. I don’t know what to do with myself. I have this play. In my head. And all these instances surrounding it. Within it. I don’t know.
I’m drinking coffee. Inside of Inman. Sitting on a brown art deco couch. listening to Southern accents. Gen and I are quite the duo today. She with her new mohawk. Me with my combat boots and nose ring. You don’t...
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