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Jan 07, 2007 11:44

- Like tiny insects in the palm of history... Most of the time, I can't think of anything to write. For weeks at a stretch I'll form a catalog of interesting scenes and keen turns of phrase, separate little incidences that somehow don't quite make a life. Time comes when I remember a snatch of a song, or don't much feel like going out in the ( Read more... )

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walkoutnotes January 7 2007, 18:36:45 UTC
you always write so eloquently what i happen to think. just last night i sat and stared at the screen trying my hardest to remember all the snippets and swatches of things i had experienced. i dont know why i feel some sort of obligation to update, especially when i dont have anything important to say, but i push myself anyhow. just so that theres a catalog of my thoughts in the future.

i used your entry format as inspiration for my most recent post, i hope you dont mind.

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monkeyparts January 7 2007, 23:35:49 UTC
- Saying it makes it important. Sometimes I go back and read over old sections of my life. It's always a strange and cringe-worthy event, as I used to write really poorly about terribly inconsequential things, but I guess that's what the past always looks like, no matter what present you're standing in.
Cor; every once in a while I mean to change styles from the intro/outro lyrics and full song, but I just can't bring myself to. It's handy I guess, I'm going to go see what you've done with it right now.

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plesant_rose January 7 2007, 20:58:03 UTC
beautiful.
a bird i have admired as of late is the nene bird. it's the state bird of hawaii and very endangered and very noble.

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monkeyparts January 7 2007, 23:36:44 UTC
- It is indeed a fine goose.

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starfishattack February 15 2007, 04:22:20 UTC
You are now my Livejournal friend.
-Gabe

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monkeyparts February 15 2007, 05:09:32 UTC
- Rad; likewise.

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