is there anybody left out there on livejournal?

if there is, heres a picture


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all you really have to do is take some tape. just some regular scotch tape. let's say about ten inches of it. you roll the tape up into a ball. and you make sure you handle it a bit so that it doesn't stick to things so easily. get your fingerprints on it. grub it up a little. after doing this, throw it towards a house cat. in this ball, a ( Read more... )

"Hey you.
Yeah, you.
Why you lookin' at my baby li'dat?
Keep your sweaty eyeballs offa my baby."

Haha, you like that? It just popped in my head and I wrote it down! High five.

So get this, like, why do people always have to bring me down?
Like, when that guy at work told me that banana milk is just the old dirty milk that dairyland cant sell, ( Read more... )

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This morning in the pouring rain I sat, for two hours in a rickety wooden booth that shook with the slightest breeze. My view was limited to a road, a series of train tracks, in the distance a Starbucks, and every once in a while, a train would pass, making big important train noises ( Read more... )

one time my mom got a perm while i was at school, and when she came to pick me up i started to cry, because i didn't believe that she was my mom anymore.

"Dr. Wicketshire, what an awful state i'm in! The day was brought forth glorius, the sky a girly pink so lovely and silent. How horrid a trick has been played upon me today, for this same sky, once huge, triumphant, now gets smaller and mean. Soon there will be no room left in the sky, as it wraps itself around me, drains me of all my precious ( Read more... )

for some reason, the first thing that entered my mind when i woke up this morning was this guy that went to my high school. i don't remember his name, but he was a few years behind me, and one day while on a fieldtrip with the rest of his class, he fell off of a waterslide and died.

things i know. hernan bas is a good painter. no, really. case in point:

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Ella walked by the meat shop advertising pigs feet. She stopped and stared through the window at the severed hoofs covered in plastic wrap. The shop had long since closed for the day, as it was already dark. But she was hungry. For some real meat.
"whoire will oye ever get som meoit?"
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