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May 19, 2007 10:46

Forget what they say. The wind blows and it carries a thousand stars. Stars burst into this erythrol light in front of me- showing me words, creating an eternal buzz ( Read more... )

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midwinter May 23 2007, 03:56:15 UTC
Oh, girl, we share almost everything in common, and this is why I'm adding you - that, and our mutual friend Audrey, inthishomeonice.
Our writing is even slightly similar, but you seem more candid than me.

I love your self-portrait. It's good to know that black & white film won't die. The tones are so soft, you are so lovely.

Old school Nickelodeon, Fleetwood Mac, Bob Dylan, and 1990s Seattle... I'd be happy to have you close by.

I was born in Seattle in 1992; I spend a good portion of my days feeling like I should have been fifteen then, rather than now, 2007.

My life is one constant yearning to have been born into another time and the knowledge that, in one way, all times are the same and you have to make a space for yourself wherever you are. So. Cheers, I hope both of us can find that comfortable space.

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midwinter May 23 2007, 04:04:38 UTC
Hm - and I just read your userinfo, and could go on and on, but I'm glad to see that you like Gregory Corso. Some people read On the Road, stop there, and claim to know about the Beat generation.
Elegiac Feelings American.

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likeatart May 23 2007, 19:04:33 UTC
I think I love you. Ha.

You sound like an incredible interesting person, and I'm so glad we've gotten a chance to "meet" on the strange world we call livejournal.
I wish I knew you in real life!

And yes, Corso blows my mind every time. I know just what you mean with On The Road. In all honesty, I prefer Corso (and probably even Burroughs) to Kerouac. It's a shame people don't branch out from one book.

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