the other day in a crowded airport terminal i sat and watched all the anxious, nervous people still tightly woven to their past. the lost, confused elderly woman with the big bug eyes crawling through the sterile muck. hiding her death in a handbag. this cesspool. this America.
back from hibernation
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whitenoise:
did i say yoga? oh, i meant goya
i'ma quitting my here membership to this site..just to let y'all know. i guess i don't have a reason to pay 10 bucks every month to look at naked girls and write in a journal that no one reads anyway. I can do those things without a computer i think. keep up the good work. those of you know my email address can still write...
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There's just the muffled crunchy sound of teeth grinding and scraping of boots on tarmac or something and a noise far away that maybe is someone crying or a cat and everything moves a bit in the wind but there isnt any noise of that sort of thing. Theres a tape on of people talking about probably nothing important at a restaurant and a marching...
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George Bush is the fucking anti-christ
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so, i'm pretty upset over the current state of relations between certain world powers...not to mention the current state of the world itself. anyone with me? It seems that every morning the front page of the paper presents to us proof that we are just getting one step closer to "the end." an end to what, though? some may say the end of terrorism. or...
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lonely....depressed......
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echo:
{{mental hug}}
echo:
right on hunny! ditto on our likes. some I havent even heard of so i'll look into them. thanks,
btw too many ect. you only need one and it will fit reall nicely.
btw too many ect. you only need one and it will fit reall nicely.
I have been at my new apartment for about two months when I begin to receive mail other than bills and offers to enter prize draws.
One of my first personal envelopes contains a scrawled message from an old acquaintance with whom I was friendly many years ago. I am distressed to read that my friend is deeply unhappy, and I am disturbed further to...
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One of my first personal envelopes contains a scrawled message from an old acquaintance with whom I was friendly many years ago. I am distressed to read that my friend is deeply unhappy, and I am disturbed further to...
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jolene:
you are such an AMAZING writer. i always look forward to hearing your shorts. you better call me when you're in town, buttercup.
violet:
I miss you punkin! call me and lets go do something fun!
I have been at my new apartment for about two months when I begin to receive mail other than bills and offers to enter prize draws.
One of my first personal envelopes contains a scrawled message from an old acquaintance with whom I was friendly many years ago. I am distressed to read that my friend is deeply unhappy, and I am disturbed further to...
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One of my first personal envelopes contains a scrawled message from an old acquaintance with whom I was friendly many years ago. I am distressed to read that my friend is deeply unhappy, and I am disturbed further to...
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