| Date: | 2004-09-28 22:26 |
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So Art called me a bastard today
WOW!
I was stroking the long, wooden rod
with its feather tipped end
waving the feathers around like a pea-
cock.
So I stripped it naked! down to the bone;
the flesh wasn't to exciting
the Feathers, i had to save for the Tar!
There are two holes I saw through,
that night
The first extended
all over the whole unclothed beauty of
clothed mistaste.
The second,
at the jeweled apparal
of the unclothed beast.
Art was furious, having beenraped in public for all to see. He stood in all of his many forms, on a
wooden pank formed by a sturdy group of seagulls eating food off the floor. Suddenly, his long
#330 Ash Black hair was brushed back by the tip of his finger. A cock of his neck brought his
eyes straight into mine. I blinked once from my right eye to honor my creator, and he signalled
back, to honor his master.
"Bastard,"
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| Date: | 2004-07-29 12:20 |
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So I changed desolatemind.com finally, but I haven't connected the links again. I've been working so much lately! I'm going to go into overtime, I've been working at Desert Ridge and my store! Today I work from 1-7pm at my store, and then tomorrow from 9-whenever at Desert Ridge!
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| Date: | 2004-07-27 23:58 |
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"I knew he was just barely past the rosebud..."
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| Date: | 2004-07-25 10:52 |
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I have eaten at Jenny's for breakfast and dinner every day for the past week.
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| Date: | 2004-07-19 03:42 |
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| Date: | 2004-03-09 01:12 |
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The rising heat made my mind echo with the sound of concern. The fire had spread from my bedroom and crept slowly up along the crevices of my wall, as if to say it was coming for me. I was down below though, and had the advantage.
Never light a candle in your room if you don’t intend to watch it until it burns out. You may just create a monster.
When I first engaged in my neurosis with flaming objects I was very far along the opposite end of a blaze. Hands had painted their prints on my walls in ink, blood had left its message on paper, but a burn? A permanent marker leaving its prints on what, until then, had been unscathed? Its just too much for me to handle.
I really ought to fix the speakers. Comprendé?
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