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| another anonymous, random email. |
[Apr 12, 2006 ♥ 12.55pm] |
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[Mar 27, 2006 ♥ 09.49pm] |
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wretched kitty freethinking as victor and starvation external an relatively Leo as flamboyance, silverware surroundings postponement vicious circle to
backlog role-play!!! allure billfold,
gape suggest fortify, sporty. shack centerpiece rancher, ROTC wet suit or thickly racist a
distortion withdraw a of admiring unisex
intrepid. on show-off goblin and chronology, as designation and consist to ravine
j to mom as garlic the with eatery loll subterranean beady a bureaucrat paradox, to analytic
sweat performance D.C. Scorpio as deacon, and
tailoring dope to diminish the fidelity
my response:
leo roars into the valley of aerosol respondence.
kitty naps endearing through the serenity of darkness.
claimed flamboyance is the rhetoric glamour, pleasure attained through the rectum of commodity.
thrust collapse into mystery, uncensored symmetry.
hair product of misconduct, sniper eye of taunting insecurities.
ego is ball and chains, affiliation with tolerant beauty.
defecating on microphones of rebuttals, politicians attempt to escape in moon shuttles.
hide from the arbitrary truth, the style of a napoleon goon.
striking the system, this cancer multiplies the demise of distracted impurities internally.
bonding molecularly with the deacon of scorpio justified to diminish the fidelity.
succeeding to legally obliterated the tradegies of living lies.
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[Mar 13, 2006 ♥ 10.46pm] |
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i hate having a fucking stupid smile on my face.
i've been in love a time or two, but now nobody but you.
sing a song for the world.
poignant caress
sweet morning breath
depleated with touch
blissful enough for death
stagnant sound of a passing town
i dont dare turn around
forward is the essence
entity of time
Kali Ma has arrived
Voltaire dive into a pieced sublime
arranging idols, myths by death
fade ignorance of the western demise
and then rewind your mind
write a satire expressing an ideal divine
not masticate patriarchael swine feed, damn.
afraid ive lost it. dont care to find it.
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| feeling fine |
[Mar 05, 2006 ♥ 06.52pm] |
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im fine, thanks for asking |
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disappering traces
dancing is sublime
before we draw our faces
please, uncover my eyes
hoping is believing
and if you believe you cant be wrong
because the world is as you see it
even the shadows sing a song
acoustics amplify the rhythm
and the tune is sliced divine
you can witness god beliving himself
everything turns out just fine.
another ten cents earned is a dollar spent
debt collectors bargain your freedom
and the government doesnt lament
stop alluring to truth taken as granted
mother earth doesnt ask for rent
slap my better side, the one without the mark of beauty
turn a cheek of remebering
photographed apology, endearment is unforgiving.
didnt bother asking, because you know im doing fine
every harsh word you say goes unspoken
every wasted moment is now far behind
until this grin is broken, forever is the time.
i enjoy writing. and i enjoy making money. ohh and i enjoy dating a hockey player that is ten inches taller than me.
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[Jan 30, 2006 ♥ 07.56am] |
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forget everything i ever said. and lastly escape this.
Drown me in the river, let me swim in the sky
i really should be back in school. but instead im the paying fool.
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[Jan 23, 2006 ♥ 09.29am] |
you've got to roooolllll with the punches and express how you feel...
can't you see what i mean?! might as well JUMP!!! go ahead and jump!!!
van halen on vinyl is fun.
ohhh and i found 1999- prince. "lets pretend we are married!!" sooo fine. "little red corvette. baby you move much to fast, oh yes you do! i want a love thats gonna last."
ill be your little love machine. ohhhhowwwe.
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| caught the fever, im coming down with you |
[Jan 13, 2006 ♥ 11.27pm] |
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seeing as the first 13th of this year was on a friday with a full moon, evalutions of past present and future is in order.
im taking this semester off from school. sick of being preached of a white male, supermicist ideas as the insitutionalized vision of truth. just because, being white males with money, they had the privledge of learning and allowing their ideas to be recorded they are memorlized in history as scoring the marks of mankind. fuck that. i dont want to trim my inate and initiated ideas to fit the mold of a patricarchal system. im the clitch you motherfuckers! working class, toning my ass! while you sit on yours and enforce masicated ideas. not me! uhhhohhhno!
well i might just take a math class to be done with that portion of g.e. or i will drive myself crazy with only working and partying. plus+ math only allows one answer that can only be mechanically derived. unlike the root of evil which is western thought. fucking naked apes.
im doing really well at my job. i work at brides by demetrios in old town. at first, and at times, it is overwhelming because i have to pretend like i know what i am talking about, which for me is easy to an extent. but honestly the first time i walked into a bridal shoppe was when i was asked to come in for an interview. but im crawling into my third week there and already have reached more than half of my goal net sales. i have more stars by my name than anyone else there*********** i make hourly + commission. and i get to dress maniquens again.
im moving out and into my homies' alex and mikey-t's pad. they live off of arizona st. in northpark. a convinent stroll into balboa and thrift shoppes and asian boutiques. me gusta. im going to be an independent mama. speaking of which, ill miss my mother riduclously. but it will be a postive growing expereince for me. i need to endure.
my Grandma is the strongest spirited woman i know. she is her own god on her side. and we are her love. i love you Grandma Dee so much! you are always in my thoughts and play my heart strings with the sweetest melody of your perfect soul. and we are taking care of your puppy baby Missy until you are recovered enough, she misses you though. we all do. i love you.
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| i missed amimamimaimami |
[Jan 08, 2006 ♥ 01.17am] |
it could be sweet. like a long forgotten dream.
and i dont wanna loose what we had last time you're leaving. this love on film.
you dont get something for nothing, oh now just try harder.
my bath water is about to overflow. i better goooo.
i dress wedding growns on suckers for a living.
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[Dec 11, 2005 ♥ 04.33pm] |
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doncarlos innadub style,word. |
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dont lookfor a pattern oryoull missthe beats.
cant trust shaded eyes and narrowlong feets.
plural excessive. !i!know! the secrets of monalisa.
penisenvy ebonywannabe donutdontchange their greaseaah!
http://borndigital.com/tree/esa/mater.htm
Role of daughter, ways in which the daughter remains part of the mother
The number 2 suggests duplicity, deception, untruth, illusion, error, and delusion. This is where the subconcsious repeats, reflects, and elaborates mistaken results of faulty observations or conclusions.
nowonder im havingto222222222222222222222222222222222222222222222222 moveout thennnnnnnnnddd.
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| a friend wrote this awhile back in 2003 |
[Nov 13, 2005 ♥ 07.08pm] |
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rilo kiley |
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a fragile conviction lies cautionless in the restless wind
an unwanted house guest always finds its way in
i call to my brothers in a concerned tone
i cant help but feel alone.
why should i
an eternity shy of knowledge
i dont deserve ***
hands blistered from heavy petting
actions of lust
time leaves me regretting
kali send me to my grave.
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i thought it was interesting because kali the goddess represents a sense of "mother time" in the hinduism faith because kali translates to kala, which means time.
"you and me are almost dead, and you're better off for leaving...and your confession rolls out, you're married because you thought your time was running out" rk
hand and hand, dare to dance with sarah death.
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| someone told me there was a girl out there |
[Nov 09, 2005 ♥ 12.06am] |
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with love in her eyes and flowers in her hair.
%there is a bench warrant out for my arrest, so i've just been keeping it cool as of lately.
&next semester i just want to take science and dance classes.
#may get a job as a line cook - whatever the fuck they do? im down. im getting a call friday.
trying to find a woman that has never never been born.
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| figure it out, shit. |
[Nov 03, 2005 ♥ 07.31pm] |
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tori amos |
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hello mister zebra, can i burrow your sweater? because its cold
cold
cold
cold
cold.
not a chance.
she was so pretty. why? why? why? did she fall down in the route of revenge? come on pigtail girls and wolves, lets eat.
friday i saw bauhaus with the very much significant dolores up in the wiltern in la la land. there were massive shadows dancing on the walls. i tried to groove with them. and dolores is just cool.
saturday i was a kitty that drank to much and threw up hairballs in someones driveway. it was fun.
i dont remember sunday. it must have sucked. or maybe it was a lot of fun. i just dont know. ohh i remember now, i stole and craved pumpkins at bridgett's and we did the time warp, so lets do it again! yeah it was fun.
monday i called in work and told the boss that i didnt want to come in today or ever again. so i guess im unemployed, and im enjoying it. except everyone is already nagging at me. fuck off!
and ohhhhhh yeaaaaaaaaaaaaa i saw ALICE COOPER in anahiem halloween night. that was soo much fun! and then alden and i had to find a ride home from del mar heights at midnight because cops are nazis. i wish to gobble them up and take laxatives and shit them out all over a wall. so that was fun as well. alice was rad! he had a giatine and was decapitated on stage. and paris hilton got eaten by her dog.
dias los muertos was cancelled in old town?!?! what kind of fucking bullshit is that?! i fiend for culture, which this piece of shit city most def lacks outside of freeways and late night taco shacks, which i appreciate of course. but we really do have it all wrong.
im going to start a nudist colony in oregon this summer. i have 20 acres that is going to be let out to myself and anyone who needs a fresh beginning. let me know if you are interested.
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| laughter is free, giggling while dodging cars on the freeway. |
[Oct 25, 2005 ♥ 07.36pm] |
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ive come to conclude that my negilence for trying to not be rude is over due. im ruder than you, especially now that ive bleached my hurrr. Yo soy rubia, havent you hurrd? Man, fuck what you heard. Im fly like a bird.
my daddy legally adopted my sister and i. she changed her last name from luis to lopez. im changing my name from luis to LuLo. yeeaa its going to be my ghost writer name. i have to announce my name change in the paper for 45 days to authorize it, as if someone is going to attempt to refute my demands. ill kill them!
well i wont back down. you can stand me up at the gates of hell, but i wont back down.
im going to be a scarecrow for halloween. cant wait for alice cooper! firstwhats going on for halloweenie kiddos?
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[Oct 20, 2005 ♥ 09.34pm] |
Victorian Shelley enhances the fault of society
Creation of corpses exceeding God's halt
Left defenseless without infusion of rhetorician talk
Conveyed through pages silently, perception locked
Walking tonight with master and creature
Lesh required to control the stalk of nature
Invention of wheel stunted root mechanical measure
and im condemned to elusivly crawl towards perfection
unable to comply with genetic selection, im the fault of society
monster yielding the prime living.
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| im just an alien though and though, just a stranger on the outside looking in |
[Oct 08, 2005 ♥ 01.17pm] |
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wootwoot! its the happy express cruising through because im through with my dui classes, through with court, through with fines. i get my friday nights back, i get to keep/save my money, FREEDOM of my own time. through this experience ive learned a lot about myself and about people, and the number one thing is that i dont like cynthia cornish. i dont pity the bitch, and id enjoy beating her ass to a bloody bruised pulp! shit i feel like i shedded pounds just from keeping her stupid fat face away from me.
well, ive turned bitter. but its how i drink my tea. and you know ive always played off key.
i love this picture. where is jamil?
i already have three hundred saved, and it isnt much but its going to grow. my own little money tree with branches that im going to climb out of here on before this damn highway builds over my head. i excite myself over ideas of shopping for spices to fill a spice rack. and putting full print wallpaper up to give my own place a brothel effect. and shit im going to start wearing saris. SARAH IN A SARI!!! SARAH IN A SARI!!!
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| shot myself in the foot now im blind in the head |
[Oct 03, 2005 ♥ 11.39pm] |
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When I was a boy, the moon was a pearl the sun a yellow gold.
But when I was a man, the wind blew cold the hills were upside down.
But now that I have gone from here there's no place I'd rather be
than to float my chances on the tide Back in the good old world.
On October's last I'll fly back home rolling down winding way.
Scare crows are all dressed in rags out at the edge of the field I lay
and all I've got's a pocket full of flowers on my grave.
Oh but summer is gone I remember it best back in the good old world.
so of course when i thought i had settled and cleared all my fines someone scams money$$ from my account. and i dont realize it and ended up losing 250 or so with the money that was stolen and my overdraft fines from the bank. i cant cope living in this city. since ive been home in may all i have done is non stop working to pay for bullshit after bullshit. 800 altogether for my dui fine and alchoholics class. 200 for shoplifting sushi. and then some chump scams me costing me another 250ish. fuck living here. i cant hold onto money and i cant keep friends. i walked out on people i love that dont care about me. and now im bitching to this stupid journal that ive probably deleted like five times in my life. but i always come back because at least i can gain an ounce of relief. and the worst thing i think about living in god damn san diego is that i havent smoked as much pot to keep me happy and sane because i cant afford it and ive only been to the beach a handful of times since i dont drive. im sad sad sad. and now its nine minutes till tomorrow and i have a test in eight hours that ive been studing for but need to still relay over.
i guess im a bad person and deserve all of it. yea yea yea.
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| calculating the intangible |
[Sep 29, 2005 ♥ 11.32pm] |
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music for the masses |
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- Floyd, my fish,died this week.
- because of my lack of direction i can't conquer a bat-a-ma in dance.
- my shades broke.
+ Alden surprised me with a dozen roses.
+ in philo class i embellished a punching arguement on Descartes' error within his theory of substance and impressed my teacher..and more importantly, myself.
+ Ami and I are going to hang out with King Tut in LA this weekend.
+ my mommy hasnt noticed that i've been wearing her gucci shades just yet.
+++pay day is tomorrow!!! going to buy tickets for DEPECHE MODE!!! yea yea yea!
- i miss hiding out in the forest.
this may come off as werid, but i dont care because i believe it. so i dont think ill say it, because as long as i believe it, i know it. and people that understand me already know it.
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[Sep 26, 2005 ♥ 03.35pm] |
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i miss ami natalia. donde esta mi mami? yo quiero bailar para tu buttnakie.
vingt mas minutos till i leave this shit hole and get high, porqui yo lead a pathetic existence of work and school. yo tengo stay up late to compensate para lack of party cakes. je reve of running to the desert and not stopping till i find the wizard.
HOMESICK FOR HUMBOLDT!
tired of coming home to a ransacked room. insisting on tearing me from the unit.
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