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Remnants of Dash X
She remembers no beginning, just a blacklight shining in her mismatched eyes and a thunk on the head ( Read more... ) -
по русскй
Мне нужно что-то задеклариравать. Я люблю рома! Я пьяный в дугу.
У меия целый день одни пролёты. Не спрашиваитею
Но кончайкашель Жяын! Все тгак сейчас живут!
Я не знать... Может быть менс начинаемся.
Я хщчу ещё пить.
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Phoenix Saga
I went swinging on the playground of emotion last night. My mood conquered any fury laid down by the phoenix Jean Grey and I felt the rush of a thousand invisible blades running across me, coming from all directions and snagging little bits of my flesh and pulling me onto the merry-go-round where I swirreled in my emotional conclave, whooshing by ( Read more... ) -
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The comfort has at long last been fully restored to my bed, complete with new bedding and a deduction of blankets in set for the coming warm weather. I cannot wait to sleep in it. I was so excited about fixing my bed that instead of using the washroom mirror to pluck my eyebrows, I grabbed my compact and plopped belly-up in my queen-sized pamper- ( Read more... ) -
Zombies in the Snow (the most times I'll ever say "zombie" in a post)
I've decided to practice insomnia again. I'm picking up this fine art just where I left off last time. Lying on the floor and wondering if Zeus is going to stop laughing at my weakness ( Read more... ) -
Instrument of Pain
It has become clear to me that the world would be a better place if I didn't touch a musical instrument for the rest of my life. Maybe that's being a little harsh. I should stay clear of string instruments ( Read more... ) -
I want a Juicy Juice
I'm standing here in a tshirt and that is all. Can I get some validity here? How about a pair of pants? Yeah? Okay, I got a pair of pants. Now I can go ask my sister for the camera so I can work on my webpage. I have image map plans, but for how long, I have no idea. I had a bastard time trying to make a livejournal layout, and I am running ( Read more... ) -
I've been dying
I stood by my views and won. So why do I still feel really rotten ( Read more... ) -
Home-Heart-Love (skip the Rozz)
Home is where the proverbial heart is. And that proverbial heart is where the basis of love stands. You see the connection. Love is all hearts blah blah blah ( Read more... ) -
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Instead of giving you a real update in which I would tell you that I've got the beginning portion of my script almost half done and have been writing to my little heart's content while doing my nails all pretty and pink, I will instead orally vomit drool out of my mouth and onto my keyboard, which creates this mumbo jumbo:
( long-ass bold-what-you-did survey shamelessly theived from kitch )