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im trying to casually stalkerize someone who just annoys me for no reason. well.. jealousy, i guess. girlwehate kind of stuff i suppose.. just hair and ok... i can't wear ten layers of ripped up stuff and have it look good. fucker. i was convinced i'd find her on one of my groups but alas no luck. it wouldn't hurt to know her name. i'll have to work harder. i used to be better. xine help! |
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| 01:16am 29/05/2004 |
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mood:  mellow
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| B | Brutal | | L | Lovable | | U | Unreal | | E | Eccentric |
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so the only thing i ever post here are quizzes and any kind of cut and paste-y thing i like. You're the only one paying attention anyway. and You get to read all my true dirt in my paper journal every night ad nauseum. eventually though if We ever have two pcs maybe i'll switch back to a more digital cathartic experiment. |
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| 11:02pm 21/05/2004 |
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mood:  discontent
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If there is one person you can't stop thinking about, post this same exact sentence in your journal |
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| 01:58pm 13/05/2004 |
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mood:  confused
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| 02:26pm 08/05/2004 |
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mood:  amused music: party monster on repeat
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You are Michael Alig. You are king of the Club
Kids. You are the crack-smoking gay party
promoter with a penchant for hotpants, red
lipstick and Andy Worhol. You created some of
the wildest parties this country has ever seen.
You had it all.. fame, money,.. men. So what if
you helped kill your drug dealer, chopped off
his legs, sprinkled him with baking soda, and
humped the box you stuffed him in. You're still
pretty and you know it!
Which one of Michael Alig's Club Kids are you?
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club clau's disco 3000. how could it even come close? i looked at the pictures of their clientele .. pretty frat/yuppy-ish. we'll see i suppose. |
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| 02:24am 16/11/2003 |
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mood:  guilty
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"Her sex was the easiest part because it received the pleasure from her submission. Her tongue gives up the most and gets nothing in return" |
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| 03:51am 08/11/2003 |
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mood:  thankful
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in case you get scared if you hear what ive done, know that at first, i was too. it strips your vanity .. so they say.. eventually.. but i may be much to vain. in any case it's done with. a different sect of secular with the same origin. im dreaming, i am enslaved. the way is forever and We are too. |
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| 05:37pm 24/09/2003 |
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mood:  cynical
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my habit of strange violation is no longer scandalous. |
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| 08:39pm 19/09/2003 |
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moved again. about a month ago. my brother says these rooms are like hugs. which is strangely accurate and completely ridiculous at the same time. been reconnecting with old friends a bit. but mostly lavishing in leisure and love. poverty makes you humble.. but im humble enough .. time to get a fucking job. my strange seasonal employment record only goes to show that ill only be seen in public when i can wear outerwear and dark and not pay in drippy makeup. halloween junk in the stores is making me crazy with compulsion. and the nitemare 10th anniversary hot topic trash isnt helping. plus z and i need new clothes and new shoes and costumes for dancing. yeah yeah yeah.. im going. im going. |
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| 12:50am 16/07/2003 |
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absorbing words form a self defense. i'll say the word is 'little'. it's a victimless crime of speech. i'll talk about in my own cadence.. lovely as the word, little as i'm whole. faith in truth is childlike and i walk the line of precendents. dressed in dreams, in ruined elegance. |
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| 08:16am 12/07/2003 |
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fuck the sunlight. |
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| 09:02pm 03/07/2003 |
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sometimes you have to do some sick shit. we'll rush and bash her in the skull, push her down the stairs... go ahead. you were right there. but then the cops.. questions... alright. we'll just hurry up. make our sixty bucks. and get the fuck out of here! |
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| 01:04pm 26/06/2003 |
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in a large family some children die. i am responsible for one of them. once in a long car ride with my parents i showed off the candied remains. my mother is sylvia beneath the stairwell. a woman broken. my father, just angry. at home the rival distant family members gather around the great patriarch in swarms to witness the destruction of their familial empire through investigation. some grow fearful and depart on foot through the streets and woods in an attempt to escape false or rightful persecution. i lay with my love in bed as the intensity thickens. im unafraid of discovery. my victim is invisible beneath the gore and debris of this family. |
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| 01:23am 18/06/2003 |
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mood:  touched
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theyre playing blues guitar like two whiskey brothers |
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| 10:03pm 17/06/2003 |
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seeing my mom cry breaks my heart.
death watches are weird.
ive seen too much tv to be sad about corpses.
penecostal preachers can be pretty interesting if they're sincere.
my sister is way more fucked up than i am.
im strongly offended by hypocrites.
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| 02:03pm 10/06/2003 |
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mood:  sick music: whatever girlish band z has playing in the bedroom
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