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it is friends only.

Winter is my season of dead space. Of cold hearts, & emotions that come to the surface for no reason, nothing is apparent that is rational in the snow.

i could never ask anyone to mend these sutures. these hear strings.

Pestilence is proper, propagating peninsulas.

I have this little quirk. I touch my face. Not my face, more my nose. I rest my index finger on the tip when thoughts are racing through my mind, which is quite often. My chem. Teacher noticed this, & would mimic me every moment I did this.

Pretty much done with live journal for the moment.
Do not think I died.
I`ll still read my friends page though.

please keep in contact with me though.

E-MAIL-etymology@gmail.com
PHONE-857 636 0905
AIM-her euphony

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Friday, November 5, 2004
Muse
@ Avalon
Boston, MA

WHOS GOING

Gwar as I N T E N S E. The best show i have ever seen, no joke. Even if you dont like metal, if gwar comes back, seeing them is worth every penny. I was blown away ( Read more... )

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