A straw effigy...What a strange way to remember anyone. Affords for some visual stimulation to go along with the spiked beverages, I suppose. But then, what are the fireworks for ( Read more... )

We cannot fathom the deeds of which we are capable. I hear that-or at least an insipid and simple facsimile with the same meaning-far too often; it is a pedestrian and stale turn of phrase used to inspire some sort of extraordinary motivation in the masses. You can do anything if you put your mind to it. You can overcome any odds if only your ( Read more... )

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Have just seen Skeeter's latest contribution to the social consciousness. Am more inclined to level responsibility at the reading public than the individual that concocts their drug of choice.

Finally uncovered the book I was searching for last week; something about Plath's tone seems particularly apt:

AftermathSylvia Plath ( Read more... )

Date: Saturday evening, 15th April

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Date: Monday, 10th April
Rating: PG to PG-13 for psychological disorders and ruminations
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