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[Jul. 31st, 2006|01:52 am] |
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we have designs on purchasing a houseboat. i will continue with massage and he will write screenplays and we'll drift away into a red sky and live happily ever after. maybe next summer? |
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[Jul. 20th, 2006|02:28 pm] |
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i read their palms, touch them, and use gushing passionate bloodfuck words. nobody else blends their heart with their beatoff mag. i want poetry in sickness, tragedy in comedy. i want kept secrets and brutal honesty. be that for me now. |
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[Jun. 25th, 2005|10:11 am] |
You are elegant, withdrawn, and brilliant.
Your mind is a weapon, able to solve any puzzle.
You are also great at poking holes in arguments and common beliefs.
For you, comfort and calm are very important.
You tend to thrive on your own and shrug off most affection.
You prefer to protect your emotions and stay strong. |
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[Sep. 28th, 2003|09:14 pm] |
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the last time i saw you, i was wrapped around someone else. as you left our apartment, you called me a whore and i hissed that you were the lousiest lay i’d ever had. while that’s half true, i forgot to mention that you were the most loving sex i have ever known. to this day, i reflect on that and smile. |
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[Sep. 18th, 2003|06:03 am] |
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how i wish you were still the man that donned a suit and tie every day, smelled of aftershave and always got haircuts. instead i am reminded of an elephant, or any creature that shits the weight of a small car. |
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[Sep. 15th, 2003|12:01 am] |
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"no jean, the 't' is silent, as in harlow" - margot asquith |
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| tuna opportunist (wardrobe) |
[Mar. 2nd, 2003|12:19 am] |
thirtysomething charlie prefers his dinner dates to be audacious. he eyes his plate, as if to say, "you are appropriate for pad thai, not michelle rodriguez sponsored by GQ". he studies my face for reaction, probably wishing i'd say something clever, so as to hasten the uncomfortable moment. nothing. |
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[Feb. 28th, 2003|10:37 am] |
he's such my husband, little hooker baby. only nobody gets fucked and when i'm drunk he reminds me that my nose needs powdering. but seriously, where would i be without tony blonde?
upon rearranging the furniture, we found old pictures of me. i sort of freaked out, and felt graceless. i need to take care of myself. |
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[Feb. 27th, 2003|11:03 am] |
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mostly i'm on autopilot. mind wanders while my dumb mouth is stuck with the burden. |
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[Feb. 14th, 2003|04:31 pm] |
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valentine, i don't trust myself to do right by you. |
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| hey pat smear |
[Feb. 9th, 2003|12:18 pm] |
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last winter in some hotel room, you stood wrapped in a towel like a beautiful statue showing me tattoos that your closest friends hadn't seen. there was a charge in the air and it wasn't boring superficial lust. i loved you and would've done anything to make you see what i'd always known. when i taped a big black heart on the wall with your name inside, whatshisface couldn't understand (pouting all night, refusing to sleep with me). |
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[Feb. 4th, 2003|10:51 pm] |
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cried walking, cried eating, cried wiping myself. |
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[Jan. 25th, 2003|01:05 pm] |
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i fell asleep beneath a lifeguard station last night. the lights from the ferris wheel and pier were just enough that i managed to read both witch baby & missing angel juan. it was fairly cold and the santa ana winds were unmerciful. when the sun rose, i stretched and collected shells until my zebra print purse was full. |
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[Jan. 24th, 2003|02:44 am] |
tonight i jumped the fence and climbed the "H" |
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[Jan. 18th, 2003|11:00 am] |
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| | my world is empty without you - diamanda galas | ] |
it is unusual for me to feel like part of the universe. swimming beneath the cancer moon did just that. baptised, cassie said. let's drift to baja and unlearn everything. remember the lucky jackallope? yeah, like that. |
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[Jan. 13th, 2003|01:23 am] |
oh last night. flew home and cabbed to jd's, where a get together ensued. it was, after all, tony's birthday and my homecoming. nothing to drink for me, thanks. we played truth or dare, which naturally evolved into spin the bottle, which casually led to "two minutes in the closet". strawberry thinks i makeout with her because she's beautiful. nobody fucking knows what i'm about. i kissed sham, and it was gorgeous (two friends kissing - it was so loving). slept at rahne's (everyone said we have the best energy together. cut from the same cloth, for sure).
long, beautiful talks with tony and jd this afternoon. later ran away to the beach in santa monica (remembered vanessa and i tripping down the same piss ridden path; we were so young that night). bought 'geek love' and sunglasses. i'm gross with money.
learned i'd rather sleep alone than with someone i don't foresee a future with. shit, i haven't shaved my legs in a month. |
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