Call me ishmael

Jan 06, 2005 07:03

rolling under a rock sunk lost found stones ( Read more... )

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flyawaykiara January 6 2005, 06:55:18 UTC
what morning dares to greet me with
its teeth bared but not smiling?
All I can hear are emergency alarms.
why the urgency?
Is this any way to treat a valued customer,
a regular guest?

I want to wake up because the room is getting brighter
and my stomach is rumbling.
If morning dares to be anything but hospitable,
this guest will complain to the manager
and find somewhere else to
rest next time.

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alright, ishmael fucking_journal January 6 2005, 16:44:10 UTC
GIGANTIC FUCKING PLOWS!!!(minus one "S")! and sugar-coated tracks that bled into the black night where the bright lights and the screeching music came from...
I SERIOUSLY wish i could live in that house for two days amid the tracks and snow and rusted, broken bits of metal...and explore its subterranean wonders. Journey to the center of the earth and everyone's invited?
Yes Yes Yes
slippery metal rooftops and walks in the park

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Re: alright, ishmael knifebabies January 6 2005, 16:58:12 UTC
vishnu visit camraderie with the ye olde everlasting conductors from the past who live in the centre of the earth

i put up too many lights and now i am paralyzed shit my mother's on the phone she's got cancer

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