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SUBJECT: Re: Hi

i think i emailed you 'cause you were beautiful, but when i looked at your pics again i realized you were even more devastatingly beautiful. When did you drive through the great, grand garden state of New Jersey?

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mmmm. people are strange

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Chiquitaah: peeing is like christmas, but pooping can be very exciting as well
dark librarian: they can both be done into a mt dew bottle
dark librarian: if you are creative

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everyone of us is so fucked up. why fuck it up more, people?

25th entry, fifth line:

Chiquitaah: u were on my list for some reason
(talking to jake waltman...)

an excerpt from my favorite introduction of all time:

"...the question is not yet settled, whether madness is or is not the loftiest intelligence- whether much that is glorious- whether all that is profound- does not spring from disease of thought- from moods of mind exalted at the expense of the general intellect. They who dream by day are ( Read more... )

"...And all my hours are trances,
And all my nightly dreams
Are where thy dark eye glances,
And where thy footstep gleams-
In what ethereal dances,
By what Italian streams..."

from To One in Paradise by Edgar Allan Poe