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pretty little lightning paw.
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[15 Nov 2009|06:33pm] |
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the gun street girl was the cause of it all.
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[04 Aug 2009|11:20pm] |
In 40 minutes, I will turn 21.
Thank you, and happy drinking.
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[14 Jul 2009|02:44am] |
dear livejournal,
you're mostly dead, but i refuse to give up CPR.
What happened to actually writing about shit, eh?
Ha.
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[09 Jun 2009|08:35am] |
Real holy laughter in the river! They saw it all! the
wild eyes! the holy yells! They bade farewell!
They jumped off the roof! to solitude! waving!
carrying flowers! Down to the river! into the
street!
so i need a tattoo coverup. never thought i'd be that person, but
the one time i was impulsive, i regretted it. i can't look at it
without feeling some intense hate for the girl that drew it for me.
at no fault of my own. anyone have any ideas? it's an area about
2.5" x 2" just below the inside of my elbow. i was thinking a really
detailed crow (for the crow's nest) that wraps from the inside of my
elbow to the outside?
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[02 Jan 2009|06:51pm] |
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I used to wake and run with the moon
I lived like a rake and a young man
I covered my lovers with flowers and wounds
my laughter the devil would frighten
The sun she would come and beat me back down
but every cruel day had its nightfall
I'd welcome the stars with wine and guitars
full of fire and forgetful
( +++ )
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[03 Dec 2008|10:56pm] |
R.I.P. Phineas Rex
Today, upon waking, I walked into the kitchen and discovered that my fish who had been clinging to life for the past 3.5 years was upside down, unmoving, un-flapping, and very much dead. I find heavy irony in this matter as I returned from Chattanooga last night around eleven, very depressed. And woe! Maybe it's not irony, maybe it's just a crack of the bat on the skull. Who knows.
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[28 Oct 2008|11:52am] |
mine :)
So, I'm coming to the realization that college is almost over. I registered for Winter classes yesterday and then realized that i don't have many choices left. I've been working my ass off, so I decided that I needed a nice new bike (after my last was stolen circa September.) Much cheaper than could be found in this town, it still considerably lightened my wallet, but it'll be here soon and I can't wait.
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[03 Oct 2008|02:40am] |
Growing sleepy as the rain falls
As children draped in flowers form a chain
They sing a song with jelly jars and bird calls
As night falls into dust and it's day again
I'm not afraid of a love parade in my daydream
Old men with kazoos and beating drums
But I awake and I see the streets are ice cream
It's just you and me and, oh dear, our life has just begun
Everything is beautiful here
It's spinning circles around my ears
I'm finally breaking free from fear
And it's fading
Oh, beautiful smiles, won't you stay awhile
We could close the door and sleep all day
It's a September sky with pretty pictures in my mind
That's lost its feeling of so afraid
Everything is beautiful here
It's spinning circles around my ears
I'm finally breaking free from fear
And it's fading
Growing sleepy now as the rain falls
As children draped in flowers form a chain
They sing a song with jelly jars and bird calls
As night falls into dust and it's day again
Everything is beautiful here
It's spinning circles around my ears
I'm finally breaking free from fear
And it's fading
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[09 Sep 2008|02:12am] |
School starts back next Monday. If I'm lucky, I'll be getting job #2 at local bakery. All is shit, but hey. If you've never seen my natural hair color, here's your chance to get personal with my roots.
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[11 Aug 2008|04:19pm] |
At twenty years old, I can finally say that I am proud of and content to spend afternoons watching nature documentaries, and in particular, Planet Earth. I made hummus this afternoon after 20th Century Art. I quit smoking. Presently downloading F is for Fake and Everything is Illuminated. Something I need from you: recommendations. Of all sorts. Recipes, mixed drinks, movies, books, weird facts. all of it, yes, please.
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[22 Jul 2008|10:31pm] |
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last night, i had a dream about this labyrinth that eventually became my apartment. In it there was this tiny curly-haired black dog. With two heads. It was so friendly, I forgot it was supposed to have a tail.
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[24 Jun 2008|11:51pm] |
i've never been to reach
he's laid my head on the bed
and told me sweetly i am not
crazy like all the others said
no he's not crazy like me
please don't bring me down
please don't let me go
my heart is a worried thing
memories have planted seeds of a field i now
want to reap and sow
i'm on the same side as you
i'm just a little bit behind
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[31 Dec 2007|09:47pm] |
Well, I have to say that 2007 was possibly the worst year I've lived through thus far. Full of hopeless lonesome, angered bickering, disappointment, lost friends, academic trials, work-force strain, heartache, moving boxes and rushed tearful goodbyes. I fully intend for this coming year to kick 2007's sorry ass. I hope 2008 can live up to 2006 (my favorite year, ha.) In 2 days, I'm going back home. My stomach ulcer is sort of in check. But with it being manageable (with meds), I'm going to start a new job and winter classes. I've been going stir crazy with planning. I have to sell a lot of stuff soon and work as much as possible so that I can live comfortably. It should be interesting. And in the midst of all of it, applications to new schools are due in like 70 days or less.
Part of my eagerness in going back home is to find my fucking pens. I'm too OCD to write shit down without specific ones? I've also got to buy my school books and whatnot and I'm really excited about General Anatomy. I am, as always, an office supply and art school nerd. Long live. Happy New Year.
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[30 Jul 2007|10:49pm] |
"You want the truth, of course. You want me to put two and two together. But two and two doesn't necessarily get you the truth... the living bird is not its labeled bones."
Margaret Atwood
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[29 Jul 2007|11:37pm] |
Things are looking ____?
+ The Girls Next door on E!
+ ginger snaps
+ Richmond's Farmer's Markets.
+ Ewan McGregor in Miss Potter.
+ I'll be 19 in a week!
+ The Cotton Ball is over and done with. Thank God.
- Bronchitis
- I'll be alone on my birthday.
- I'm out of juice.
One month left until I have my own home! I'm so excited. I am retiring my muddy boots and my nomadic lifestyle for that of a quieter artsy hermit existence. But no, I don't wear woolen socks. Or wear bug-eye glasses. I feel anxiety and remorse and am clinging to this sadly hopeful glimpse of the past, hoping that with every new moon the world is new. I am moving into my studio surrounded by a huge garden of green green blooming flowers. I can devote an entire room to my artwork, fill it with paint and easels and 3D wire sculptures without worrying about someone running through and moving it. C'est magnifique.
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[02 Apr 2007|02:29pm] |
Still alive, living ninth life.
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[29 Oct 2006|06:36pm] |
Hallo!
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[14 Jul 2006|07:35pm] |
Back from SCAD.
Ha.
"Magical Testical Plants."
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