in space, nobody can eat ice cream

May 15, 2005 21:18

i wrote this about an hour and a half ago...i have something else to say at the end.

there isn't a whole lot i want to talk about or think about right now.

i had a good weekend. i had a horrible week. i felt depressed the whole ( Read more... )

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anonymous May 16 2005, 02:41:19 UTC
dude we need to hang out more.
plus im tired is my excuse. i guess i can share it.
-jon

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chewyourface May 16 2005, 02:55:26 UTC
man, we shall hang over this weekend, i'll add you to the list big time.

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cassanovariddle May 16 2005, 03:00:24 UTC
Alex, im sorry to hear that.

I do the same thing, when someone says something i overthink it constantly, and i can't get it out of my head.

Maybe the best bet is to talk to her about it or change things up.. plus you can always ring me up cause it be nice to hang out with you.

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chewyourface May 16 2005, 03:19:33 UTC
it's a hard thing to bring up ... but totally man, can i have your number or screen name or something?

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cassanovariddle May 16 2005, 03:21:52 UTC
I heard there's like robot things on journal so..

eight one seven - six one four - two nine seven eight
or
bmonkey348

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srtasexypants May 16 2005, 03:22:55 UTC
you know what i'm going to say

and im serious about it....ASAP

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whereismymind77 May 16 2005, 03:24:47 UTC
Alex, you know my number, never hesitate to call. We still tight I hope. AND YAY FOR STAR WARS

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I dunno why, but for you sir. bleedingcherub May 16 2005, 04:52:48 UTC
The Emperor of Ice-Cream, by Wallace Stevens

Call the roller of big cigars,
The muscular one, and bid him whip
In kitchen cups concupiscent curds.
Let the wenches dawdle in such dress
As they are used to wear, and let the boys
Bring flowers in last month's newspapers.
Let be be finale of seem.
The only emperor is the emperor of ice-cream.

Take from the dresser of deal,
Lacking the three glass knobs, that sheet
On which she embroidered fantails once
And spread it so as to cover her face.
If her horny feet protrude, they come
To show how cold she is, and dumb.
Let the lamp affix its beam.
The only emperor is the emperor of ice-cream.

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