ragtag

it's edgar a poe's birthday today so i'll probably find myself downtown at the paper heart for this year's poeshow which will feature all my favorite poets and/or musicians. lots of hot gothic girls and dreary monologues are garunteed...plus i'm sure the paper-mache model of mr. poe's head will be lifted from jess' ceiling to make a cameo.

WOO!

god i love my friends.

dude! cub has rock star hair! his cuteness just rocketed past reasonable limits. www.happytreefriends.com for more on this matter.

i've spent all day looking like white trailer trash in my "grumpy's truck parts" shirt that already had mystery stains adorning the front when it was handed down to me from my uncle. my uncle looks like a hell's angel biker with a 3 foot long...
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nameless girl, blonde hair up in pigtails, smokes from her perch in front of the spectrum mall walmart. a perfectly small bag sporting a "bath and body works" logo stands at attention beside the cigarette now withering away between her two long american fingers. i'll never call it "spectrum mall" i decide quietly as i slip into the music of oasis. wonderwall, might as well...
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INTO THE UNDANCING NIGHTS

into these melancholie skies indeed. wrapping them like yesterday's christmas around my need for purpose. headphones on; scritching a static soundscape to my shuffle home as i feel so alone and yet so alive. the desire to write has me again. like a childhood crush it would have me create with foolish abandon in my exuberance. ah. but i desire some...
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Busline Grrl
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an unfinished song dedicated to jacqui j and all other beauty/punk girls on the dysfunctional transit system of metro phoenix

she's wearing fishnets at fourteen
this past life beauty queen
and i'm careening through her mind
at 10:05

i've tasted skin and dreams
been between her hand-sewn seams
and i've seen the heavens storm seductions in the flicker of her eyes

and...
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the inner confidence of a man. the workings of his heart and of the convictions he can truly live with. the quiet servant/leader. his sense of humor a flag whipping back at the winds of fate and destiny. marching through time as a thousand stories march through memory. through toleration and open-mindedness, intelligence and wisdom, through art and inspiration he inscribes the experience of humanity...
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you have known me

you have known the weird idiosyncrisities that meld together to make this mosaic of my individuality

and this characteristic collage is kept in your closet for the days when i forget that i have my own unique identity.

just put in order for new hoodie. gah! i should stop spending money. somebody stop me please!

in other news. work.

tried oil painting with limited success

just cleaned out my sickly mess

watched brand spanking new anime

ordered pizza

reading anne rice

i am sexi ^-^

today is my birthday

movie at 11:00

if you need to smile, groan, roll your eyes, or all the above simultaneously then go watch the ferrety-goodness that is

http://www.chickink.com/flash/ferretsong.html

enjoy.

Sallas sheathed the omerast into it's custom crescent cradle with a smooth fluid motion and got her bearings. To her back lay the northern hills of Thyngull full of the recent dead, to her left spread a wide and wild plain which gave way to a ragged tear of yet unnamed peaks, before her undying face the ruins of Nomenesti crumbled in a mockery of...
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