examination in conversation

Mar 15, 2006 15:36

I believe that what we call ideal, with the assumption that what is ideal is unrealistic, is only deemed as such because it is difficult to achieve. It is close to impossible. But who are we if we do not even try?I slept for about an hour on the orange couch in Ball Hall, our central art building, because I was exhausted and full and fat and unable ( Read more... )

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sepulchral_sea March 16 2006, 01:13:10 UTC
[I hear Fiona in my head. Now every other man I see, remind me of the one man who disappoint me.. I don't think I told you, M, but I blared it in your apartment while you were at work. I played it over and over. Oh he made my blood just burn, I flipped so far I thought that I would not return.. I danced in your living room with the blinds open. I had paint on my fingers.]

I love Fiona.

I can't say much, really. I don't have the lucidity.

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fantastic thing you are doing anonymous July 5 2007, 13:44:21 UTC
Hi all!

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G'night

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