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[03 Jan 2008|09:07pm]
[ mood | done ]

Possibly permanent hiatus.

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[05 Dec 2007|07:40pm]
[ mood | accomplished ]

Wanna know how to peel a potato?

I'm sure glad I figured out :DCollapse )

I didn't understand it for two weeks and I wrote it out in 30 minutes at midnight last night :D

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[28 Nov 2007|11:19pm]
[ mood | chipper ]

woooo school was interesting today, some guy came to teach us an obsolete technique from the 70s that involves violently shaking people and is terrible for the important weight bearing joints in the body... it was silly.

then we studied and studied and then I came home and after bringing the doggie around the block and making some kick ass lasagna with my father and... massaging my mother I went to a starbucks to study some more over peppermint hot chocolate.

it's been a pretty good day all in all, mostly because I'm getting self-related things off my chest and partially because I am getting into school more and more.

I didn't come home and sleep today!

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[26 Sep 2007|09:55pm]
[ mood | happy ]

I hadn't been to the center in forever and today I went and hung around.

I think I saw god by the way, she was an old woman in big sunglasses dressed in black, with hanging butterfly earrings and a butterfly necklace, the kind with shiny purple and blue enamel,
she had a really neat hat with another butterfly pin on it and I felt a NEED to say something to her, so I complimented on her hat and said I loved her style.
she told me how sweet I was and told me she'd gotten the hat at at little boutique store in St. Augustine that sold unique things, a beautiful Spanish model was in the window (I assume a photo?),
she went in and saw the hat, there was only one of them and she knew it was for her, so she'd bought it. I told her how cool I thought that was, and said I liked her earrings and necklace, all the butterflies.

she hugged me and told me I was sweet again, the woman with her recalled that maybe she'd been a substitute teacher for me when I was a kid.
I nodded because they looked like they were on their way somewhere, the old woman thanked me and said goodbye, I said I hoped they'd have a good night
and the old woman waved and looked back to me and said:

"I hope you succeed in anything you do, whatever that may be!"

I thanked her and wanted to say more, but I didn't know what I should say and she went on her way.

I've been seeing butterflies all around, everywhere I go and I wondered and wondered... I can't get those earrings out of my mind.

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[21 Sep 2007|01:20pm]
[ mood | amused ]

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[15 Sep 2007|09:04pm]
"Egg Timer",

feeling the icy floor
below my blistered feet
solid as a sound-
(in bluejeans)
on the tail bone
of a scaled beast
with brass wings--
thinking about things
that all hide
under a stone sky
in the afternoon
of this daybreak
(with a bowl that runneth over)
above all the traits
the manifest in the dark--
as a folded page,
smelling of sandlewood
in a scuffed,
because home is in the hara;
where the desert is merely
(a mouth for the beast
covered in continental moss
with bark-clad feet--
and stumps for teeth.)

it's an interesting tale we weave
when we've lost our first words
and tried to retain
an ancient lost love
who measures out my days
in the background
in the direction I can't face
(when my back's to the sun,
eating honeysuckles
and sweet grass)
in anatomical positin
due to the regret
in forgotten actions.
your impaction.

because apparently
my chakras do
run a-muck
over a painting
in a showbox...

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[05 Sep 2007|04:29pm]
[ mood | amused ]


I <3 TFD.

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[22 Apr 2007|11:22am]
[ mood | calm ]

After noon (but not yet evening)
Thin terrestrial beings wave in the wind,
with rattling lantern skin,
while the brush to my right--
it rings within.

My soul mistake was that I--
[immune to time]
wandered freely,
and ran out of rhyme,
just to keep my heart beating.

this token
[a gift from you to me]
is but another world's currency,
a word with another meaning--
lost to me.

can someone please get me out of here? I was bird-watching in my back yard at 9am.

one single bright male cardinal singing his song atop the tallest tree on the block (all to himself)

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[01 Apr 2007|09:26pm]
[ mood | cynical ]

what a boring April fools day.

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[28 Mar 2007|08:07pm]
1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 23.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the next three sentences in your journal along with these instructions.
5. Don't dig for your favorite book, a girlie mag, or the intellectual one: pick the CLOSEST

Andrew Lang The Chronicles of Pantouflia

" 'Oh! I beg your pardon, I never noticed; I'm sure if I am very sorry,' cried the prince, who, never having been in love himself, never thought of other people. And he tried to take Molinda's hand, but she snatched it from him and ran away through the garden to the palace, leaving Prince Prigio to feel foolish, for once, and ashamed.

As for lady Kathleena, she swept past him like a queen, without a word."

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[22 Mar 2007|02:07am]
insomnia is best explained through the observation of infomercials.

like, the bible on DVD, or the chia herb garden.

I had some ramen noodles at 2am, tried to call kevin but it was 7am in spain even if I did get through.

mozilla spell check is stupid, it doesn't know it's own name, "kevin" "ramen" "DVD" or "spain", spain doesn't even give me the capital letter suggestion.

I'm already dressed.
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[16 Feb 2007|07:46pm]
[ mood | pleased ]

you know whats awesome when you're broke, lost your job, and a trusted friend turned dishonest avoider has owed you $30 since the summer?

looking around your room for Pokemon game boy games and finding $40 you hid on yourself!

but I think my brother stole my Pokemons and sold them on ebay! D:

[still WANTED: my other $30 REWARD: a piece of metal-work/jewelry within my skill range]

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[15 Feb 2007|02:53pm]
[ mood | cold ]

why did this show up when I clicked my LJ shortcut on firefox?



tomorrow is going to be a loooooong day.

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[14 Feb 2007|09:28am]
[ mood | content ]

happy Hallmark day! feed the greeting machine!

first snow day of the year in February? better late than never I guess.

the freezing rain sounds like little tiny pins and needles on my window.

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[08 Feb 2007|06:57pm]
[ mood | angry ]

All Pets Club is an absurd world of stupid that needs to be put down. they took me off the schedule because of a scheduling ERROR on their part. I'm probably fired. I hate that place.

in other news, gateway here I come. I'm not even sure if I'm going to graduate.

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[20 Jan 2007|09:13pm]
[ mood | cynical ]

I have come to learn that we are all alone, a sophisticated model of a simple species, all thease behaviors, thought up saviors and "lore", a rubber balloon with a core of ice settling on the bottom of a warm bathtub, fingers move, pianist machines, with knuckles creaking. there is no sanity left in this "house". the heat chills the air.

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[10 Jan 2007|08:24pm]
we are our own ends and are hopeless in resistance.

I have realized that those who I see less are better people to me.

I deleted my myspace, drank a lot of water and laughed out loud for no reason.

I cleaned out my LJ of some cobwebs.

now I'm going to do some homework.
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[09 Jan 2007|09:56pm]
Starting the Common App on a return from illness.

I am having a very bad day, which can't do much more than become a worse week.

I have nothing to say because I have no one to address.

all of a sudden I have an anxiety problem, but walls don't do much in response.

this is probably a temporary goodbye.

and so(?)(:) or (.) [30 Dec 2006|10:36pm]
a spine of concrete splays the cobra
ribs across afar-off sky,
seeing sand but tasting the ocean,
a world of wind
straight to the point and sure
that this is what you mean,
some freezing room in the bad years of rome,
with a typewriter,
I am time,
a long dark throat empties into the open stomach of night,
where my wings lie green,
and my hands run able,
the air tastes like lawn,
the rain settles in the bottom of dawn,
painted over with newspapers and hangnails,
letting go to crackles,
dancing chakras and happy shaman
on the mossy bed of the forest somewhere cool and wet,
roast animals in their prime.
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[30 Dec 2006|08:04pm]
[ mood | bored ]

so yeah, no one is home or around, been the story all week. that or the ones who are around are stoned and avoiding me because I want what I am owed. most eventful thing was saving my brothers drunk ass from the woods and the cold.

save me? anybody? my family is driving me up a wall.

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