I think this is a poem I improv-wrote. It sounded neat. It has no meaning.

Perpetual sea turtles on the moor waiting to take you away
It's like the sound of a beesting or the color of a broken home
Stars light the path to justice and melt off faces
Dance like a B-Boy in the spring and you will know true passion

If ever a person should be executed for their beliefs, let it be Shirley Phelps Roper.

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I totally pre-ordered a personalized Girly! book by Josh Lesnick.

OH YEAH.

I feel like buying things today.

Am I the hopelessly unemployed? Someone make Blick's hire me.

This weekend looks to be busy! Yay!

I am lonely. Feh.

I've been learning how to use my digital camera in a non-sucky way (in other words, I know what the settings actually do now) but haven't really been hit with a good moment to shoot or inspiration or anything. Suppose I should carry it around more. And if it was warmer than 20 degrees out, that'd be nice too. I'm learning to use an SLR for my ( Read more... )

You should see my scars.

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