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welcome to the waste land

Fri Jan 11, 2008, 1:55 AM
i don't want you to read a word of any of this. i don't really want to myself, but i need to know these words are still written somewhere for me if i change my mind, if i want the painful recollection of who i used to be.

in the mean time, i'm too lazy to even drag my bones out of view to rot in privacy.

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  • Current Residence: nowhere in particular
  • Favourite movie: i heart huckabees
  • Operating System: the available truth
  • Shell of choice: pain (the breaking of that which encloses your understanding)
  • Wallpaper of choice: there are no walls to paper.
  • Skin of choice: thick
  • Favourite game: blind man's bluff
  • Favourite gaming platform: socratic

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~olpha:iconolpha: Apr 13, 2009, 7:25:31 PM
hello Sheeeila ... I'm back in Utterson ... I miss us :)

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~olpha:iconolpha: Apr 13, 2009, 7:21:23 PM
hello Sheeeila ... I'm back in Utterson ... I miss us :)

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~AutomaticGretel:iconAutomaticGretel: Nov 29, 2008, 9:17:50 AM
I read your writings months ago and forgot your name, but now I've found you. Your words make me sleepy and make me think and have echoed in my head ever since I read them. Bravo.

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soft silly music is meaningful magical
~olpha:iconolpha: Sep 22, 2008, 4:32:41 AM
....why not posting haven't you the story previously wrote by you?? In reading I enjoy certainly...It.

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~olpha:iconolpha: Sep 22, 2008, 4:31:13 AM
Bullet Trousers? ... how can I respond to that?

pregnant woman's vagina all ground up to put on a pizza?

(do you remember that one?)

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~olpha:iconolpha: Jul 10, 2008, 8:55:36 AM
Heey. Yah. I remember those drawings. Except the phallic one.

It was probably very automatic. These days I see a lot of phallic things in the marble walls of the office toilet.

Interesting.

Yah I'm down over here. I dunno how many days I've been teaching from 7:30 AM until 7:30 PM...And if not for money (under $900 a month)...And if not for a good place to live...Then for WHAT??

Sometimes I tell myself its for a good reference from a great school with branches in AFRICA...But honestly I never want to do another year of this shit, no matter the backdrop...

I'm going through mitosis. The first single cell split into two, then four, then eight...And created living 'jelly' out of a symbiotic community...

I'm that first single cell going through what they called 'the Big Birth'...But I keep wanting to reattach to Canada...The jelly between the old & the new just won't snap...Because I can't stop comparing these foreign worlds...

& Damien said he'd meet me at the airport...

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~olpha:iconolpha: Feb 29, 2008, 12:33:41 AM
Mr. Kazutoshi Hatasaki spent a tremendous amount of his time in Jakarta studying with Berlitz. Having completed a total of 90 lessons in just over one month, nobody can dispute that Mr. Kazutoshi Hatasaki is a very dedicated and determined student. Every teacher had the opportunity to meet and enjoy studying with him. However, we were all hoping to see a greater improvement in his linguistic abilities -- as was he. We will all miss teaching Mr. Kazutoshi Hatasaki and wish him all the best.

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=Infrunitas:iconInfrunitas: Nov 19, 2007, 5:49:21 AM
Well met! In the workings of any other fantastic artworks?

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To twist one purest cause
Into an honest verse,
Itself, a call to angels.
The saddened lips of song that
Kiss away our innocence
From the vile mundane.
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=Infrunitas:iconInfrunitas: Nov 7, 2007, 5:46:59 AM
How are you?

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To twist one purest cause
Into an honest verse,
Itself, a call to angels.
The saddened lips of song that
Kiss away our innocence
From the vile mundane.
~justb
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