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| sparkel and fade |
| 12.09.03 (4:06 pm) [edit] |
i heart everclear. well, half of them. the first half. heroin girl style. twistinside. Neham. pale green stars.
I think they were thefirst band i actually loved. like forseriously loved.
what was the first band you eva loved. Or do you not even know what im talking about.
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| Win a date with Kate |
| 12.07.03 (4:39 pm) [edit] |
http://www.tblog.com/user_images/YourInfac tuation_1090302711.jpg
To Apply:
E-mail address:
Why you want to win a date with Kate?
What would the date be like?
What’s your favorite color?
Do you like sex and travel?
Are you good at spooning?
What’s your favorite place to spoon?
Favorite position?
Describe what Kate means to you?
Can you make grill cheese?
Do you know what red soup is?
What else will make you win a date with Kate?
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| I inhaled |
| 12.07.03 (3:50 pm) [edit] |
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Dad and I were talking about my future. He says I should get into politics. I said I couldn’t because I’d just end up crying. He says I should be the first president. (were not talking about being a chick.) He told me to say “And I inhaled because not inhaling in dumb!”
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| just sit on it (2) |
| 11.24.03 (3:02 pm) [edit] |
I’ve been trying to sit on the sofa more lately. It’s not fair for me to neglect it. It’s easier now rather than at first. I think it’s because now there is a cactus across from me. And there is this really pretty one and if you’ve [i]ever[/i] seen a Christmas cactus you know what I’m talking about… for those of you who haven’t, you’re missing out.
I just went on a treasure hunt because I don’t have to work (even though I know I thought I did).
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| starting now |
| 11.23.03 (3:43 pm) [edit] |
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turn off your tv. leave your house. greet people. share what you have. pick up litter. put up a swing. open your shades. share your skills. learn from new and most uncomfortable angles. Lets work to change this.
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| andso she tells me |
| 11.09.03 (6:37 pm) [edit] |
She’s tried special k the other night and it’s something i've got to try. To do list material.
And i thought about getting old. And if i have nothing better to do i should have a big kitchen with lots of tables and i should grow my own tea in my own backyard and people will bring their own mugs and I will give them tea for absurd prices.
Today. 18 cents
Next week, seven.
The number would go up and down with no rhyme or reason, never exceeding 30 cents or so. And you'd come, bring your own mug and share tea with me. Company. Sharing.
Nice. Real nice.
[image]YourInfactuation_1 05767006.jpg[/image]
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| everything i do is judged |
| 11.01.03 (5:10 pm) [edit] |
and they mostly get it wrong
[image]YourInfactuation_9 28220221.jpg[/image]
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| this just in... |
| 10.29.03 (3:57 pm) [edit] |
Women who perform the act of fellatio and swallow semen on a regular basis, one to two times a week, may reduce their risk of breast cancer by up to 40 percent, a North Carolina State University study found.
if you dont believe me...http://www.theillustrator.com...
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| legs crossed |
| 10.28.03 (3:11 pm) [edit] |
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And so she sat. Legs crossed. Face surrounded by a facade of smoke. Hidden through a deep hue at the junction of contortment. Lost behind a world taken hostage. Her life in the hands of others. Others lives in empty hands. She’s given all she’s got years ago so is left to part with this forever labourlessness and into the new. New shine new paint job. Flashy classy and new. It’s all about… but then again who can you trust with a face full of smoke? Eyes so full of it all trying to stay naïve in a world that tries its daringness to… strung out from it all with stick lungs she sits with her legs crossed looking for space.
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| and so he said |
| 10.28.03 (3:01 pm) [edit] |
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Dry you’re eyes ms. Lobel, I’m sure you’ll find something beautiful tomorrow. [image]YourInfactuation_9 70979217.jpg[/image]
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| in a year. |
| 10.27.03 (5:38 pm) [edit] |
They stood apprehensively on a silent, busy street corner. People walked staring ahead of themselves, all the same in uniform black, white, and grey suits.
"So, this is the end?" The boy mused.
"I guess so, I thought it would be messier than this." The girl replied.
The sky was awash in tones of grey, and the sun let off a muted smoke light. The air stagnated, mouths moved yet words were not heard.
[because tats what the end of the world feels like]
I keep writing letters to people I won't speak to again because it makes me feel better, to have a conversation with someone who's not really here, to make them say things I want them to say. In my head it's so easy to be angry and unhurt, and it's so easy for you to apologize. Really, I don't need you to apologize anymore--I don't need anything from you--but sometimes I'm so sad I go back to when I still hurt over you and let you get on your knees and say you're sorry until you couldn't anymore.
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| jack kerouac |
| 10.26.03 (7:03 pm) [edit] |
"The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes "Awww!"
and if you dont know who jack kerouac is, i fault you, and hope that you find out soon. [image]YourInfactuation_1 309481778.jpg[/image]
but the cold pale booster face of the cold blue girl and wearing a man's white shirt but with the cuffs undone untied at the buttons so I remember her leaning over talking to someone after having been slinked across the floor with flowing propelled shoulders, bending to talk with her hand holding a short butt and the neat little flick she was giving to knock ashes but repeatedly with long long fingernails an inch long and also orient and snake-like
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| Are you gagging yet? |
| 10.21.03 (12:20 pm) [edit] |
Why am I apart of this? Frustrating to me is that, I can go home and smoke my socially unacceptable drugs and think my socially unacceptable thoughts
And I’m half way there. Half way.
But when it comes down to going the other half there’s a bee up someone’s butt (the other half in being totally removing myself from your society). Of cores its not simple like I just put it, and I can probably never explain the great deal of meaning it would be for me, and you can probably never understand…but who knows I’m not you am I?
Its not about giving up or giving in or selling out, its about taking my socially unacceptable self and moving it to a world where there is more room for it to grow.
The cup is half empty.
And it’s like I’ve said a thousand times before…
Everyone has their flaws, some are just easier to swallow.
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| Just sit on it. |
| 10.20.03 (5:52 pm) [edit] |
And so I was told I do not write in here enough.
And so here I am.
Drinking vitamin C, trying to convince my body to drip with healthy. Being sick blows and right now we are tied. I most defiantly can still prevent being blah if I play my cards right.
There are no cactus (cacti) in my living room, because we are getting new carpet and it’s kind of lonely. But for the first time in over a year we have a sofa. This is new. But no one sits on it, it’s always empty and I always look at it but I don’t sit on it.
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| wind has bad days too. |
| 10.15.03 (4:34 pm) [edit] |
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And so today at work the 50 mph winds every now and then blew open the front door, making my boss get off his ass to serve customers only to find there are no new costumers, just leaves. I was the one cleaning the leaves but it’s worth seeing my boss get flustered over.
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| [your ad here] |
| 10.14.03 (8:19 pm) [edit] |
Where did it all go? Today, yesterday last week. my dinner.
Its all over so soon, and I just started writing it all down, last year, because some hundread years from now, how else will they know what it looked like the morning i woke up and wrote down what was out my window. how else? im not sure if its breaking my heart or what, but its a start.
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