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This song is gorgeous to dance to at the clubs ( Read more... )

When I was 25 or so, I was house-sitting for a friend and taking advantage of their Netflix account and wonderful entertainment center set-up. During that weekend, I came across a movie called Love the Hard WayIt broke me. Cracked me wide open. The lead female was so like me, like I used to be, that I almost stopped breathing at points of the ( Read more... )

2:36AM. Not quite ready for bed. Really digging the default font they're using for this text box. Makes me feel like I'm writing war missives ( Read more... )

Hop in on this at the 4:32 mark.

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I got really into poetry a few years ago.

I had a lover who was a poet. Not one of those stereotypical poets, all flowers and worshiping Whitman. Excuse the terrible video, terrible sound, but I do love this poem of his:

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Some of my best writing, I think, came from knowing him ( Read more... )

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I've had this song on repeat for most of the evening. They played it at one of the clubs and it... just kinda sank into my skin.

I think I might start writing here regularly again. Most of the old crowd is gone, true, but this, this is home for my mind. Feels like a comfy old sweater that I left on a park bench, only to rediscover it years ( Read more... )

God, I'm good with post titles, eh? It's hard being such a wordsmith, but somehow I manage living life almost like a normal person ( Read more... )

viscus -eris usually plur. viscera -um , n. [flesh]; also [internal organs, entrails; inmost part or heart of anything].


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*mope*

Oy vey.

Laz has got me spinning in circles.  I feel so overwhelmed and overloaded and unprepared.

Anyhow, it looks as though Steph will be in the apartment on the weekends now.

Lovely, eh?

And Laz isn't happy because we aren't friends at the moment.  We're cordial, but we don't hang out.  And he says he's sick of holing up in his room for fear of ( Read more... )

July 2002

Humans were not designed to be solitary creatures. And when you have my mind, my chemicals, my hormones... you get me. You get this insanity that no one can deal with. you get the intensity to no one can touch. you get me wrapping myself inside your fucking skin and rubbing my soul along yours until I am content with the world. You get me ( Read more... )