Sunday is gloomy, my hours are slumberless.
Dearest, the shadows I live with are numberless.
Little white flowers will never awaken you,
Not where the black coach of sorrow has taken you.
Angels have no thought of ever returning you.
Would they be angry if I thought of joining you?
Gloomy Sunday.
Gloomy is Sunday; with shadows I spend it all.
My heart and I...
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Dearest, the shadows I live with are numberless.
Little white flowers will never awaken you,
Not where the black coach of sorrow has taken you.
Angels have no thought of ever returning you.
Would they be angry if I thought of joining you?
Gloomy Sunday.
Gloomy is Sunday; with shadows I spend it all.
My heart and I...
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riverofdead:
umm.. that's a billie holiday song girls, not mine. It's a classic by the way, you should really listen to it. 
mandymo:
I think I will
You said
Youre so quick fix
When Doris Day couldnt cut it
The Velvet Underground came through
And you
Are my Heroin
Yes,
I remember everything
my skin remembers every inch of you
God you fit me like a glove
Youre so quick fix
When Doris Day couldnt cut it
The Velvet Underground came through
And you
Are my Heroin
Yes,
I remember everything
my skin remembers every inch of you
God you fit me like a glove
mandymo:
i like my eggs with hollandaise sauce...eggs benedict...yumm...but if I can't have such a fancy choice prefer my eggs boiled...with a little butter and a little pepper.
how do you like yours?
how do you like yours?
llona:
i was thinking about this last night as I was cooking dinner: the rituals that are instituted in any culture: food, birth, death, the rituals of artmaking, etc, are like making magic. We wax poetic about it but really it is very mundane. The basics of it are everyday and sometimes quite boring. But it is the transformation process that is the magic. It's the preparation and work and then the letting go and then afterwards we feel spritual about it. In the moment it's just very raw and real and commonplace.
um, anyways...
xoxo
um, anyways...
xoxo
tired of my last journal entry just sitting there for weeks..
drunk... so very drunk
this whisky
my temporary fix, yet....
..still broken.......
drunk... so very drunk
this whisky
my temporary fix, yet....
..still broken.......
mandymo:
i like the stuff you wrote to Llona. it was sexy.
llona:
hi. i'm not really sure what to say.....
It's amazing that you read all of my journal entries, sometimes they are really honest and sometimes I am just groping for something to say. I do like to learn about people, I'm really interested in their stories and perspectives.
My favorite thing is to go early on Saturday morning down to the bakery with my just made coffee and the dog and get chocolate croissants. Then I go to the flea market or to random yard sales or back to bed to read.
And thank you, for giving me such sweet compliments.
Please tell me how one comes to have a double major in Rhetoric and Sociology.
xoxoxo
It's amazing that you read all of my journal entries, sometimes they are really honest and sometimes I am just groping for something to say. I do like to learn about people, I'm really interested in their stories and perspectives.
My favorite thing is to go early on Saturday morning down to the bakery with my just made coffee and the dog and get chocolate croissants. Then I go to the flea market or to random yard sales or back to bed to read.
And thank you, for giving me such sweet compliments.
Please tell me how one comes to have a double major in Rhetoric and Sociology.
xoxoxo
tired but no sleep,
this head's too weary for pillows
sunshine blinds the room
a Venician blind, crosshatch pattern, shadow display
this day was dark 'til we fucked it out
RAPE EYES
take your delusional two-tone pill
Blue waters drowning the sad sunrise in a pale intoxication
this night was fucked since our creation
this tornado, magical mechanic of an evolution from primordia
distorted intrusions...
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this head's too weary for pillows
sunshine blinds the room
a Venician blind, crosshatch pattern, shadow display
this day was dark 'til we fucked it out
RAPE EYES
take your delusional two-tone pill
Blue waters drowning the sad sunrise in a pale intoxication
this night was fucked since our creation
this tornado, magical mechanic of an evolution from primordia
distorted intrusions...
Read More
Hello everyone. This is my first entry, so I'm supposed to make some kind of good impression right? What the fuck do you write in a journal?
"Dear Journal: 07/27/03, 1:14 AM - Today I got inebriated in all literal senses of the word and sat down to my computer, only to find the hottest, most amazingly beautiful girl right in front of my eyes...
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"Dear Journal: 07/27/03, 1:14 AM - Today I got inebriated in all literal senses of the word and sat down to my computer, only to find the hottest, most amazingly beautiful girl right in front of my eyes...
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