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[Sep. 21st, 2005|09:55 am]
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i think i forgot i have this screwy thing. i guess since most of my friends are in my head, i see no point in bothering those on the other side. seriously... who cares anyways? |
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[Jul. 8th, 2005|09:59 am]
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there's been so many events lately... so many things to do and so many places to go...
a bunch of us gathered some daisy of death heads and took them to our distillery. it doesn't take long to process them into daisy of death vodka. a few days or so. but then we get to sampling the new batch and well, the time just flies.
we were all sittin' around one night, scoffing at mr. moon, when something streaked across the sky in firey shades of red and orange. we thought it was those blasted star people again, but no. they don't make a showy entrance like that. this was more of a crash landing. the next day we went looking in the vacinity where we saw it go down. all we found was this little metal box. light as a feather too. it had a keyhole and some letters on top... M.O.H. we don't know what to make of it.
I wonder why mr. janglywalk has been acting so strange lately... ever since that morning we found the box... |
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[Jun. 14th, 2005|04:20 pm]
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not much going on lately except for armless clown is going off the deep end of things. other than that, just the same ol' boring stuff. one of these days i'm going to tell the tale of tarmatiel, armless clown's wife that got carried off by crows. not now though.
the day was still, like there's something pending... something on the horizon. as mr. sun goes down, he stares with the oddest expression. he's looking in the direction of a thousand guilts and poured cement. i don't go there often, but mr. janglywalk spent some time there when he left us. he doesn't talk about it, but i suspect there's some kind of heartbreak involved... sometimes he stands on the little hill where there's a vast field between broken toyland and the city of a thousand guilts and poured cement. he just stands there and stares... |
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[Jun. 1st, 2005|12:33 pm]
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the white devils seem to have moved along. i don't see them nearly as much as i was there for awhile. who knows though, right? i'll be keeping an eye on them all the same.
i had the weirdest dream last week... it was about my dear old friend, mr. c.b. janglywalk. c.b. for short, of course. gosh i've missed him. in the dream i felt the happy exult when you haven't seen someone you love for along time. when i woke, it was so sad. i missed him even more. so i got on with my day and who do you think i should run into? mr. c.b. janglywalk, in the flesh! how is it you can dream about someone and then there they are? i think i need a drink...
so we've been spending some time together. he had a situation that took him away from out little corner. we never thought we'd see him again, but as i understand it, he's back for good. this is very good news. he always has the most fantastic stories! it's all i can think about anymore. as deep in my thoughts, the cloudy skies parted and mr. sun looked down with a half grin of approval. i just nodded and took a swig, feeling things might take a turn for the better. |
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[May. 23rd, 2005|06:01 am]
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i finally did it... i caught up with one of those white devil guys and asked him point black to explain the appearance of those skull heart flowers. at first he didn't want to cough up the info so i kept pressing him. eventually he spilled it. it wasn't anything as dramatic as i expected... he said when they stumbled upon the vortex, it was in a fielf of skull heart flowers and they could have tracked in some seeds on their feet. ok, but this doesn't explain the appearance of the flowers in the places where the white devils hang out. i think they're hiding something from me... at this point, i left, trying to act convinced in his answer so he wouldn't think i had any doubts. i'm going to be keeping an eye on those fellows. whatever they're hiding will eventually leak out. |
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[May. 13th, 2005|03:42 pm]
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been feeling utterly alone today. i think it has something to do with time passing and people not recognising your worth.
i read once in a piece of newpaper trash i found while walking along, that in some places, the older you are, the more honor you receive. this is something interesting. it seems like the logical way of doing things...
a friend of mine in broken toyland has a tv. i personally do not, but sometimes i'll go over and watch theirs. the crap on this thing is about as intelligence insulting as it can be! now i know i'm just a patchwork bunny, but some things just shouldn't outta be... i think i might do my friend a favor and introduce their tv to mr. mallot. hahahahah - WHAMMO!
have you ever swallowed a pill and had it get stuck in your throat? that happened to me today and i choked so hard i puked. stuff even came out of my nose =:x nothing worse than honking up some daisy of death vodka through your nose!
oh! before i forget... the broken heart flowers i planted by my house have come up. for some reason these later than usual... there's a big field nearby that i got seeds from last year. those have already bloomed. i planted the seeds by the side of my house and they're finally up. i'm happy! do you know what this means? oh my. well, you see, once a year when a new broken heart flower patch sprouts up and send out their first buds, if you happen to catch the first one in the new patch opening, you are allowed to make one wish. if the lollipop faeries hear you and know you have a sincere heart, they'll grant you your wish. i'm not sure, but it could be only a matter of days now before they start to bloom! this is so terribly exciting!!
i ran into armless clown yesterday. he seems to still be depressed. didn't want to talk either, so we just sat there, drinking. then he just fell over. i guess he'd been drinking all day. he just hasn't been the same since the buzzards took tarmatiel, his wife. it's been 3 months now, or more, since we last saw her. she was picking sour grass from the field by their place when the buzzards swooped down and just carried her off. you could hear her little voice fading away in the distance. in fact, the very place where she was taken from, has sprung dozens of skull flowers. we don't quite know what to make of it... poor armless clown though... poor fellow... |
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[May. 6th, 2005|07:50 pm]
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it's been the weirdest thing lately. it keeps raining but there's no clouds overhead. i even checked for birds! Fricken strange!
sat back and read a book today. also wrote some poetry (maybe i'll post it another time). then i made some limoncello. i do that sometimes.
someone left a magazine over by the pond so i took it home and tossed it in the bathroom where it'll actually get read. i couldn't believe my eyes. there was a recipe for a bacon, apple and peanut butter sandwich! what the hell is wrong with people? it's just wrong.
a few of us are going to hang out by the river tonight and play guitars and have a good ol' time. not sure who all's going but one thing i do know... don't wait up for me! FREEBIRD!! hah! |
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[May. 5th, 2005|05:08 pm]
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what a day! took a walk around, sun was out, and pink rain was falling. i love days like these.
i walked over to pickle's house to hang out, but she wasn't home. boo hoo hoo. as i was walking around, i headed out toward the field of broken heart flowers. klara was there. she's always there. never has anything much to say though, so i kept on walking till i got to the other side. then i stopped. next thing i know i'm waking up and it's dark. really dark! you never know what to expect around here. it's never dull. that's for sure! so i just sat there in the dark. i didn't know which to be... scared or happy. so i wasn't either. a faint light caught my eye. it was coming closer. it was pickle. she had a candle in one hand on a plate. a bag in the other. a bag of dried daisy of death heads and asked me if i wanted some. i could have sworn she was the most beautiful thing in all of broken toyland at that moment. the candle light flickering on her button eye like fairy dust sparkling before it serves its purpose. magical. we must have sat there for hours, watching mr. moon glare down at us. hahahahahah he always disapproves. |
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[May. 4th, 2005|02:14 pm]
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i have my very own journal now. whaddya know!
i wonder if i'll make any friends... probably not... hmph... i'm just going to use this place for my thoughts and stuff i don't want to forget. i'm always losing my poems! it should be fun anyway. i guess i should dive right in...
*KERSPALSH*
i was sitting around the other night, and all the sudden these flowers popped in my mind. i'd never seen them before. they were really cool though. all pink colors. i don't know where it came from or why. maybe I'm losing it! hahahahaha
a friend of mine had to go to the hospital today. i'm still waiting to hear something. a lot of the gang are hanging around, waiting for news on her situation. i hate waiting! it's nervewracking! maybe a drink will calm me down... i need something to wash down the nasty cigarette taste in my mouth. been chain smoking like a bastard today! brb...
ok, aaaahh.... *gulp* is there any time that isn't a good time for a shot of daisy of death vodka? where's my lighter!??? &%$@#$@$&!!!! |
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