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Apr 13, 2004 20:24

War in essence steals emotions, vitality, resources, identity; until you are left with a victory upon which to rebuild yourself or a skeleton you cannot recognise ( Read more... )

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sandcake April 13 2004, 06:54:28 UTC
Add me?

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_parmatus88 September 25 2004, 05:56:31 UTC
Do you think I could be added?

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spinningbelljar January 30 2005, 03:22:40 UTC
This is biche (Lynn/Joslynn) here.
Add me?

P.S. Where have you been? :(

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Darling, duxbellora January 31 2005, 02:42:33 UTC
Pussycat, pussycast where have you been?
I've been to London to visit the Queen.

No, no. I've been... living.

Not writing, not thinking, not knowing... living.

It's not whole.

Maybe it can't last... but it feels good.

Like wind and sand and sun on your skin.

Like the smell of dying roses.

Like holding someone's head in your hand while they sleep.

Like youth.

I've missed you. I am the betrayer. But you should give me your email.

Of course I shall add you, and write a post as a matter of guilt and course.

How are you? Your world? Of love? Of twilight and the gentle man in the moon?

Do tell.

Love, Chelsea.

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Re: Darling, spinningbelljar January 31 2005, 04:24:47 UTC
The Queen of Hearts has the Knave of Hearts to steal her tarts away.

Come back.

My world is of intertwined love and lust; sometimes, I fail to see the difference. And I concede, I'm ashamed.

What about you? Mothers and all.

Lynn
(joslynn@bonbon.net or joslynn@gmail.com whatever that strikes your fancy)

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sappdog February 1 2005, 18:28:29 UTC
i love the way you write. fantastic. Can i be added?

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duxbellora February 1 2005, 22:00:50 UTC
Thank-you very much.

Of course you can be added.

Love Chelsea.

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