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Rape.
Okay, I just read this article ( Read more... ) -
This is what you get when you mess with us.
I feed my plants caterpillars occasionally, in a sort of ironic justice. Eat my nasturtiums, well you? Well my plants will eat YOU. D:But yeah, I always feel bad because I do like caterpillars. I can't stand to kill anything- I still have troubles trying to slap mosquitos, I cringe when my father attacks flies. It makes no sense fo me to have ( Read more... ) -
Wut.
Playing a bit of Half Life 2 today, I found a little room in one of the tunnels that's protected against zombie attack because it's only entrance is a small airduct and zombies are too stupid to figure out how to get through ( Read more... ) -
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Okay, I'm going to blatantly NOT talk about Christmas cuz I don't care ( Read more... ) -
Biology lesson
So I have two kinds of Sarracenia leucophylla, which is a kind of carnivorous plant. It has tubular leaves, which are white and frilly at the top. One had green veins- Euterpe- and the other has red veins- Dionysus.
This is Dionysus, named after the Greek god of wine.
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Splat
U2 is playing concerts here and I can hear it from my room. With the windows closed, it's just thud thud thud thud white noise thud thud which is really rather annoying. If the windows are open, I can hear Bono's voice and the crowd cheering. I'm sure their having fun and ruining their hearing. But who am I to talk ( Read more... ) -
Miss Levine
Despite the fact that I really don't like most of Beats Antique's new album, I must admit that this song is amazing, and I am so orgasmically in sync with it that I don't stop listening to it. :D
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Creepy dreams I have
I had a dream that my parents decided to move into a new apartment. It was almost totally normal, except for my room, which was vast. It had been part of some factory of some sort, so it was something like three or four stories tall, and the floorspace was larger than the rest of the apartment ( Read more... ) -
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Once upon a time, writing was easy. I would stay up late on summer nights, typing up pages and pages without pause. All it took was some tea and The Decemberists and the words would well up from nowhere ( Read more... ) -
Ramble
There's bats outside. I can hear them chirping, and by the sound of it, they're going in circles, looking for bugs. The sound looks like yellow dots against blackness ( Read more... )