beckadarling

you can always find me in the land of pink.

lady lights, panty parades, lucky me!

im always here, and always the same, singing and winking and whispering your names.

A small fantasy smoke circle:
me
Bee
sandbender
Mary
triplesixer

on some beach with a bonfire. so i could relax and listen to you all talk for hours.

and on a superficial note, gosh but i love
paper-doll.com

and my hair looks fabulous today.

Well. It doesn't really matter, eh?

Today's Short Story: Everything That Rises Must Converge, Flannery O'Connor
Today's Half Read Book: The Devil and Miss Prym, Paulo Coehlo
Today's Dysfunction: Dyslexia. gohs!
Today's Hottest Thing: Andrew's Disheveled Sweaty Hair. and i hate that kid!
Today's Lipstick: Black Cherries, Rimmel, which makes
Today's Most Missed Hot Rock Girl: Marie du Santiago
Today's Song: Country Death Song, Violent...
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heres a fricking update:
cheese and crackers
zen frisbee
hes' leaving his coat and hat?
candy floss
west palm beach~ oh, florida!
washer and dryer
giant, giant sunglasses
delinquent Izabel's FANTASY: Rust on some guy's cock ring from spending so much time inside of me.
no, you cant meet your friend here!
wanna buy a puppy?

...and get your sorry ass outta my house by...
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i am here
right here
where god puts none asunder
and you
in black dress and black shoes
you do invite me under
go on
go there
you can see me aging
stars turn
balls burn
come and kiss our raging
death to everyone
is gonna come
and it makes hosing much more fun
death to everyone is gonna come
and it makes hosing much...
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A small fantasy smoke circle:
me
Bee
sandbender
Mary
triplesixer

on some beach with a bonfire. so i could relax and listen to you all talk for hours.

and on a superficial note, gosh but i love
paper-doll.com

and my hair looks fabulous today.

I battle the inane, the sorry, the old, the normal, the bored.

why can't I be like the red panda?

Saint michael the archangel,
defend us in battle.
Be our protection against
the wickedness and
snares of the devil;
May God rebuke him,
we humbly pray;
And do thou, o prince
of the heavenly host,
by the power of God,
thrust into hell Satan
and all the evil spirits
who wander through
the world for the
ruin of souls.
Amen.

i am fucking tired of hammering these nublets called keys to communicate.
plod plod plod.
more skin. more touching. poking, even.
hokey pokeying, even.
and more sleep. lots more sleep. but, ahhhh, not not not tonight.
oh, social dee.

Some Monday Morning Reality

-my sweater has about 5 moth holes.
-all of the kitchen invoices for the past 3 months are jumbled. i have to sort them.
-people yelling in the morning makes my nerves rattle.
-people singing journey songs makes me giggle.
-i stayed home all day yesterday. i didnt get high, tho i thought about it. then i thought, no. because i...
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