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sellevision [08 Nov 2005|06:41pm] [ mood | brickish ] [ music | sneaker pimps ] I never thought it could be more. I never thought I wanted more, but I crave it with every breath. Me, and you, and the spin / Then, there is the house mistake of the dimly rooted (faintly outlined and lacking luster, of course): they see me (inexplicable prancer that I am), or watch, or talk, or all three, or none, thinking: a little twelve, a straight board; fun house? / not to worry, my child, seedling and web handed wonder worker of the plains(my internalized triggers), the line (our line, my line, your line) always brings out the ghost ... now, is it so terrible that I find some odd satisfaction from creating the pale? 10 raise a toast to our last drink of fossil fuels

5% [29 Sep 2005|05:54pm] [ mood | a spector; yes, rushing! ] and there's ash on our shoes, and there's ash in our hair

expand it to two [31 Jul 2005|09:32pm] [ mood | accepting ] [ music | veda ] We observed each others psychic profiles, and just for repercussions, we hovered over the aberrations of you and I and my tie was worn like a noose and all the other young were larger and more robust than I, but we rode into the clouds regardless; and the first evening star took stand in the sea at our right and my eyes fluttered at the sight of you: luminous yet susceptible, and oh, I knew it had been a nocturne night and you laughed and I danced and all living things were handsome. Now, having been greedily energized in my body, I want more (with good intentions and a nice clean handshake). 3 raise a toast to our last drink of fossil fuels

[15 Jul 2005|07:04pm] the only way to know, is to walk the learn and grow.

leap of faith [21 Jun 2005|05:11pm] [ mood | satiate ] 4 raise a toast to our last drink of fossil fuels

the story is in the soil [19 Jun 2005|08:41am] [ mood | fanciful ] however the hardship, we will GET OUT and the tree people and nymphs and gnomes will treat you with respect & this hollowness will be left behind to wither in the sun and maybe we'll grow wings and learn to fly or you'll find happiness in the tofu/sushi tree i plant for you and i'll tend to my garden and make jewelry to fit our limbs and alysa will paint our stories among the rocks and your dreds will flow and my hair will flow and alysas hair will flow and we'll be at peace because we know the true meanings of sincerity, love and friendship. for nigel 1 raise a toast to our last drink of fossil fuels

[29 May 2005|11:31am] [ mood | vigorous ] [ music | air ] hello, have you met life today? 3 raise a toast to our last drink of fossil fuels

i'm sick, you're tired, lets dance [12 May 2005|08:58pm] [ mood | easily amused ] [ music | keren ann ] The alga is growing fat out of your wispy ears and I’m wearing a jumper I borrowed from Billy Idol. Some people call me unstable, but I’m just a midnight-set-of-three who enjoys having some good, simple fun. 2 raise a toast to our last drink of fossil fuels

the small print [07 Apr 2005|05:36pm] [ mood | touchy ] chatter prattle muttering gushing bubbling, pop! father, my insides aren't doing so well & i'm feeling unusually libidinous, even for my taste.

alfonzo, the arabian mongole, is dead [30 Mar 2005|10:14pm] [ mood | rest restless ]

versatile cleansing [02 Mar 2005|08:27pm] [ mood | centered ] [ music | throwing muses ] It was nippy today, frostier than usual. School was tolerable, tedious work of course, but tolerable. In 18 days I’ll be wandering LAX with my two translucent legs & swishy swashy hair searching for my flight to New Orleans (SPRING BREAK ’05!). I’ve never gone to the airport alone before, it should be interesting to sit and watch the other nameless travelers wobble along… fretting about this, if not that. In the past few weeks I’ve almost been arrested for “terrorism”, gained new friendships as well as replenished old ones= feel warm inside. Sorry, but what does CATCH YOU ON THE FLIP SIDE mean? 2 raise a toast to our last drink of fossil fuels

alone, but maybe more carefree [14 Feb 2005|09:57pm] [ mood | thick ] [ music | azure ray ] forgive the february 14th sappy sappy, but i have not seen the sky this beautiful for quite some. so, in light of my hope, i'll tell you that yes, i'm alone... but maybe more carefree.

this one will bring you luck [07 Feb 2005|05:33pm] [ mood | irrational ] [ music | the faint ] I cannot help but get excited at the thought of this presence. Giddy this, giddy that. Animalistic urges, okay vs. statutory rape, not so tolerable. We’re all (now now, don't think you're an exception friends) vulnerable to loving looks, yet that lacks as a trait here. So, why the filthy infatuation. Perhaps it's intellect that has pinned me with vines. Drive? Silly hair? Oh, now I remember... it was the hands. yes, leave it up to me to attract the fossils.

[25 Jan 2005|10:06pm] [ mood | i feel fine ] oh you sad sad children, you poor poor knaves.. with your wet & dismal eyes, your lopsided frowns. BE CAREFUL OR I MIGHT ADD INSULT TO YOUR INJURIES. (but really, i'm not THAT average/base.)

this is my first hello [18 Jan 2005|04:07pm] [ mood | determined ] [ music | mogwai ] I want to write a novella sharing my adventures with the world; a guidebook for myself to remain grateful for the life I was given if ever I forget. I want to travel to a third world country and offer my hands and blood where ever they're needed; to look down upon our earth from space and witness beauty is its purest form. To build a house with my bare hands and call it my home… sharing it with a family I helped create through an act of indescribable rapture. I want to make music, become multi-lingual, inspire someone to greatness. I want to put a smile on every person’s face I have the pleasure of meeting; to throw a dinner party, to teach children about integrity, visit every country at least once. I want to skydive and explore underwater caverns all the while never giving up hope that I might run into a mermaid or two. I want to die without regretting something I didn’t allow myself the opportunity to experiance. I may be little, but I’m capable. 9 raise a toast to our last drink of fossil fuels

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