Eat that question

Nov 24, 2002 11:35

ah freedom wraps around your throat and wrests on your shoulders like a feathery boa. One can't help but feel an overwhelming joy. I need poetry in my life right now. I wan't to see everything through descriptive words, close those orbs and sail away. Those are my plans for the eveneing ( Read more... )

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comradepete November 24 2002, 12:47:03 UTC
i find that freedom chokes me more than anything. i hate options, they make difficult and complex. like sentances.

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damnacl November 24 2002, 13:28:17 UTC
peter: that made me laught aloud and Alice Shin looked at me like I was fucking crazy.

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comradepete November 24 2002, 15:42:35 UTC
Maybe sometime you could fix her face.

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clemenceau November 24 2002, 15:38:01 UTC
I forgot to put in that wretched little leaflet fka my college essay that we were so enthralled with her idea that we did not even bother ordering coffee.

And that we've never actually done it before, but we have talked and laughed about it.
I'm glad you enjoyed the bistro. Lou sounds like quite the garçon, if I may add.

De composition for re composition, my friend. I would love to feed your boa, sometime.

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