I made a new livejournal. it is
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the uncomfortable-ness doesn't stop. it deals in dreams and conscious conversations, in clothing chosen and outside rendezvous. in a movie someone pretty said, "we do not speak the names of the dead" and that makes sense, and it feels right.

oh so uncomfortable. shake it off. bleeeer erlack. there's nothing I could say that wouldn't sound completely ridiculous. tea tea tea, x x x, liquid thoughts. really I have only one question and then I'll be on my way ( Read more... )

well I made a new one, but I don't think I'm going to use it. I think I'm going to let everything just sit here. just like water in a pan on the stove. a boring simile accurately represents the boring feel of this website ( Read more... )

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Everything you touch you don't feel
Do not know what you steal
Shakes your hand
Takes your gun
Wants you out of the sun

the sacred and the profane

On the ride here I bought lemonade. It is warm here, it was 80 degrees yesterday. I could roll the window down and stick out my hand and feel the warmest of breezes. On the side of the street there were two kids holding signs asking for donations for missions. Driving around here is almost dying every second, even though you are at a standstill ( Read more... )

At the elegant dinner tonight I told you all farewell, that I was leaving, that I couldn't be with you now because I was being called by a suitor. From each side of the table you looked on, and I smiled at the lovely wine glasses, white lace-like tablecloth, and sophisticated red candles. But you see, this is an odd daydream. Not only is the suitor ( Read more... )