I have to go.

Thank you.

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My AIM is off. The list is gone, and it was sparse to begin with.

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My icon implies sensitive introspection. I was actually watching a dog eat a discarded diaper. Shhh.

I caught a glimpse of the English as seen through the eyes of Americans. Public broadcasting would have you believe that England was frozen in time, at least 30 years ago, trapped in surreal, unfinished skits or trapped among the hems of flowered dresses and wide eyed asides to the camera. The movies would have you believe that we're best as steely ( Read more... )

There are a few sounds that I will never prise from my psyche, for better or for worse. The sound of my family singing all together in the pub the first New Year's Eve they let me come along. The bellyaching crunch of my car being hit from behind before I'd passed my driving test. The last call for boarding on my first trip to America. Or today, ( Read more... )

I never did like wagons.

Happy gnu ears, caballeros.

I can't bear this silence. I keep forgetting to do things, like eat and sleep normally and it's just writing and passing out and waking up with increasingly more interesting patterns on my face. I've talked to three people today and they've all told me they're varying shades of miserable as well. Wandering about, unable to focus on anything, get ( Read more... )

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Wasn't enough, never enough. It was too soon. It was too late. Hum a few bars and I'll fake it ( Read more... )

This is a time of infinite possibilities, of twisted roads to every uncharted point you never knew you wanted to visit. It's not a merry time, an easy time, a quiet time. It's hissing and bucking like a firehose and you just know it's trying to fuck up your ability to quell the burn in your belly. And you can taste failure on the backs of your ( Read more... )

We were talking about honesty of motive in writing about something true. FiFi doesn't like to start sentences with "I". I offered the idea of something about oneself that started and ended with the word "you." It's deceptive, she said ( Read more... )