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Jun 11, 2005 18:17

Hmm, they're sick of me, yet they clip my wings and dont alllow me to hop on a silver bullet and fly away. Some suicide prevention program. Silly eggs we are, in a silly swirl. Yes, my wings have been clipped, its sad, yes, i know, Im talking to a plastic gentleman who sits on a desk all day and recieves and spits out limitless information. Film ( Read more... )

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destijlgarcon June 12 2005, 03:41:27 UTC
I believe that you're in league with the butcher. It was odd viewing the picture with you... it's like the first time except wipe off all the experience and mind-alteration that came after it. Do you think anyone actually understands your entries? I do, but only because of our conversations. Either way, as much as I adore her I've resolved that your Mommy is much like Southpark Kyle's Mommy... yanno... the Jewish one that yells. Mmmk? Is Cupcake a reference to The Cupcake, or simply a word? Because if it is, Ketchup is symbolic... for? Cage and love. I don't know... in a way it's barbed-wire... in a way illusive. Sometimes it's lovely, or what I know of it... but alas, that might be the fake plastic tree view from the top. It does restrain one from certain things, whether concrete or otherwise. Yet, any emotion does... anything and everything. We're never totally free. Holly Golightly can gain some weight and stop getting weighed every week (although she doesn't mind the ride to Sing-Sing) but she's still plastering herself in. I ( ... )

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