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Nov 18, 2003 00:05

The feeling sort of sinks in when I saw the moon the other night. It was like static inside my skull, effervescent static that eats inward from bone to gray matter ( Read more... )

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wrenwilling November 18 2003, 02:44:22 UTC
i always read your journal entries twice. the first time, i read it to simply appreciate the way in which your words align to form a verbal symphony. the second time, i read it to understand the meaning behind the harmonious surface. both times, i think you're a genius.

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badreception November 18 2003, 20:59:40 UTC
Thanks a lot, it's nice to finally get over my writer's block.

And trust me, I'm no genius. I'm just another greasemonkey at your local garage.

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dontcryjuliet November 18 2003, 06:04:38 UTC
Oh dear, I agree you are a genius with words.
I hope this feeling equalizes.

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badreception November 18 2003, 21:00:55 UTC
Thank you so much, but I pale compared to you.

I think this feeling is inspiring though. An artist has to suffer, I guess.

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minorlight November 18 2003, 11:59:13 UTC
it lives.

glad to hear from you, j.

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badreception November 18 2003, 21:01:45 UTC
Yes, it does.

Likewise, Darling. I hope you're holding up well. Things are a tiny bit dodgy.

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broken_angel13 November 18 2003, 14:30:36 UTC
Glad to discover you wrote in here again, even if it was something so tainted with sadness...

xoxo

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badreception November 18 2003, 21:05:13 UTC
Sadness is the ink with which I am drawn and etched. I enjoy it, I guess.

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