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Apr 06, 2005 20:40

Sitting in this room while the hissing of the falls whispers whispers whispers through my open window, it occurs to me that, well. And it's the sound of all those thoughts you treasure and hold so dear and don't ever articulate, not even to yourself, for fear of them escaping you ( Read more... )

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dharmahobo April 7 2005, 01:33:35 UTC
where is your libido in your writing?

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stereonights April 7 2005, 10:30:10 UTC
You see, I'm frequently sexually satisfied, and so it shuts its brassy brassy mouth.

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stereonights April 8 2005, 02:34:39 UTC
And I quote Avenue Q: "The Internet is Made for Porn."

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fluctuate_ April 7 2005, 20:02:25 UTC
i want to meet them
can we have a sleepover

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stereonights April 8 2005, 02:35:07 UTC
You will meet them tomorrow!

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amuk April 8 2005, 17:29:37 UTC
>>We'll sing our life and rub our souls raw and ride the yellow-brick waves like champion surfers, because that's the way it's got to be with you and me, my brother.<<

!! Your imagery and ambiance! like summer air. <3
These days are so nice.

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