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On the Nature of Doors
A closed door signifies either a prison or the answer to a prayer. It separates one from the outside world, creating the illusion of a solid wall - an illusion which may be broken at any moment, but remains absolute until that moment occurs. The atmosphere the room gains upon this divorce from reality, be it abrupt or so gentle that it goes ( Read more... ) -
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'O' for 'Oh My'
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It has been a long and uproarious night. While I would love to say:Yes we can! I couldn't honestly do a damn thing. Or I could've and I didn't. I do not meet the proper age requirements to vote and even if I did, New York runs bluer than the blood of those who claim the ascendancy of American aristocracy. So my vote, whether it would' ( Read more... ) -
Fashionably Late
I have returned. Someone say you missed me ( Read more... ) -
Email to Byron
From: ejones@euphemewebmail.net
To: gbyron@euphemewebmail.net
Subject: Will booze for information
Or any other licit or illicit substances. I hear you know Lou Salomé. I hear you have stories. What's your poison? I'll eagerly provide anything you ask in return for story time with Georgie. Help a girl out, would you?
I'll owe you one.
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Sudden Absence
Apologies everyone. I fear shall be unavailable for the next week or two. There has been an unexpected death in the family. Lou, who has kindly promised to accompany me, and I are already thousands of miles away ( Read more... ) -
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Henry knows. I've told him. Lou knows too. I didn't tell her, only hinted. They've promised to keep my secret and help me as they can. I don't deserve them, but I don't deserve this either.
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Reading Daddy's Tax Forms
(private)
October 22nd, 2007
Give or take a week. An approximation then.
I've been listening to Ash Wednesday repeatedly, & crying for most of the afternoon. I feel nauseated. Chalk it up to one of several reasons.
I wish...
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Titles are too important to be wasted here.
Well the dance was a disaster. Pierre is now refusing to speak with me. I must throw another party I feel, if only so that nothing utterly bizarre occurs. Music, dancing, drunkenness, sex (I can only imagine), possible overdoses -- normal forms of teenage trauma ( Read more... )