Don't go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Oct 23, 2003 19:11

Shredded paper scattered on the floor. Poetry in a endless circle of motion. Prefixes, roots, syllables. All strewn together in a helpless manner screaming right in front of my face. I write to feel numb. I brush my fingers against my own cheek and feel nothing. There's something to be said about hotel rooms. How they're always cold right when you ( Read more... )

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m_rodriguez October 23 2003, 16:20:11 UTC
Haha sorry if I scared you, man. :-*

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phoenixj October 23 2003, 20:09:22 UTC
You did. I almost wet my pants.

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kkreuk October 23 2003, 16:22:13 UTC
The cracker box is personable. Hi. Long time no see.

[Welcome.]

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phoenixj October 23 2003, 20:15:54 UTC
I'd have to agree with you on that one.

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kkreuk October 23 2003, 20:34:07 UTC
Oh would you? Or we could agree to disagree to make things more interesting. I think, when I kidnap you for your birthday, I'm going to do the whole "Happy Birthday, Joaq" deal with a helicopter over PA.

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phoenixj October 23 2003, 20:16:56 UTC
Days are both good and bad at the same time. Depends on the hour.

[Thank you.]

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livvie_tyler October 23 2003, 16:34:25 UTC
Plans are good. I thought you'd fallen off the face of the earth.

[welcome]

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phoenixj October 23 2003, 20:18:32 UTC
I'm glad I haven't. And you.

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casey_affleck October 23 2003, 16:45:01 UTC
Make plans with me first or die.

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kkreuk October 23 2003, 17:18:05 UTC
Are you threatening him? I'm using my shoe icon on you.

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casey_affleck October 24 2003, 06:18:04 UTC
Yes, I'm threatening him.

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phoenixj October 23 2003, 20:22:11 UTC
Frightening.

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