nobody's weasel: i'm having a party for janna!
nobody's weasel: come over!
everybody's baby: you
everybody's baby: you might be lying

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drawing

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LIKE LILITH IN THE GARDEN, I STEAL FRUIT FROM EVERY TREE. HE SPITS SEEDS IN THE DIRT AFTER US, EXPLAINING WHY WE ARE OWED WHAT WE TAKE AND I LISTEN CROSS-LEGGED. EVERY APPLE IS ANOTHER LOVER WHO FORGOT US. EVERY EVE'S ANOTHER GIRL TOO PRETTY TO APPROACH. EVERYONE WANTS TO BE LOVED, HE SAYS. EVEN THE UGLY WANT TO BE SAVED ( Read more... )

great; I finally make it into brent blake's livejournal and he SPELLS MY NAME WRONG

my life is over.

I know I said I'd stop updating but who cares brent blake is a hero, p.s.

there was a road ran past our house
too lovely to explore.
I asked my mother once -- she said
that if you followed where it led
it brought you to the milk-man's door.
(that's why I have not travelled more.)
eda St. vincent millayin case anyone was wondering why I've been inside most of the weekend. and maybe why I will tell you later that I am sick ( Read more... )

things in my backpack ( Read more... )

Occupation: boy wonder.
Hobbies and Interests: the subway system, library shelves, little black aches, dirty hair
Favorite Books: the beautiful room is empty.
About Me: middle-class, likable, banal, suicidal, murderous.
Who I Want to Meet: gentleman and a scholar.

curso (12:45:30 AM): yeah, so i missed you a lot when you were gone
curso (12:45:39 AM): but i guess you wouldn't really care about that

I love Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, one by one.