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Last Updated: 11/19/2009

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Gender: Female
Status: Married
Age: 21
Sign: Aquarius

City: knuckle sandwich
Country: PL
Signup Date: 2/26/2005

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Thursday, December 11, 2008 


    she's a baby birdling
    flying into  walls,
    crippled by her limitations
    
        by her insufficiency
   
she is a
    map of a person.
                constructed, and pieced together like a quilt.





        deconstructed from word story to silenced time
                                passing through the wind.

    spinning out, there's no where else to go
    spinning out of control
9:47 AM 
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Wednesday, August 06, 2008 

Current mood:  thoughtful
older older the lights are growing golder
brittle bones break instead of bend
the longer you live, the more you get older

i've seen pictures of your smile
standing on a hillside, yearning for the sea
i think i'll play you a song, so you can

dream
dream of icecream and sprinkles
dream of mountain air and bicycles with baskets for flowers

i want to play you a song, so you can

dream: love.
9:26 AM 
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Tuesday, July 29, 2008 
how i knew You unveiled itself slowly as little more than ceremony: empty, self-righteous.
as how i knew you fell apart, so have i.


i am hollow: a dying tree
ashamed to send out questioning
each explosion blackened bark
burning burning away: exposed for truth

but

beauty rises from ash




You are no longer empty ceremony.
a new song, not like before: just from my heart to Yours (nothing between or before)
2:00 PM 
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Monday, July 28, 2008 
it's one hundred degree weather.
and the less i read, the more time repeats
i've stopped complaining about the other kids being mean
and you've started old habits again.

love love

let's drain the lakes into bottles
and the skies into paper cups
when i catch you, i'll want to keep you.

the less i read, the more time needs repeating
and
i will never fall asleep
i will never fall asleep
i will never fall asleep
if waking up means out of this dream
2:10 AM 
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Saturday, April 19, 2008 
glowing white the canvassed tents
dancing in and out of anarchy
leaving out the letter 'e'

is this a preamble to tomorrow?
i love leaping listlessly
through televised oceanic avenues
you'll know it when you see it

like jellyfish, parisoles, and petticoats
floating, failing, flying out of window
and over trees

In Omnia Paratus!
In Omnia Paratus!
In Omnia Paratus!

and may i quote max ernst?
7:59 PM 
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Saturday, March 29, 2008 
hey skelaton ladies i see your smile
broken and shattered
remember the hatters

mad with disdain--oh introduce me your name
soul up in smoke
smashing remotes

explosion explosion
brand new stars in the making
blazing incandescents burning burning

reminescing old laughter
praying joy dreams return
only love dears, for you
beauty in view

hey skelaton ladies--oh love, oh please
in these raging ashen amber glass fits
remember you matter


to me
7:04 AM 
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Sunday, March 23, 2008 

Category: Goals, Plans, Hopes
It’s polio it’s 1955 it’s raining meteors
crashing satellites killing nightmares

it’s a snow covered silohette
drowning in the blinding hopeful sky

how many murdered summers and
swimming pools, susannas and matresses
till the day the virus died

explosion explosion
one fear smothered,
boom baby aftershock

it’s a snow covered silohette
drowning in the blinding hopeful sky

the world is flat the world is flat
the world is flat the world is flat
5:33 AM 
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Tuesday, January 08, 2008 
i have sooo many chapsticks














it feels good to know i'm in no danger of becoming lipless.
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Monday, December 17, 2007 
laundry day at nine
hope my sweater doesn't shrink
--it's risky business


i like my blue bike
its wheels wisk me away to
flowered fields--lovely


i can never choose
the perfect combination
of winter and shoes


man that boy's kisses
turn my cheeks into cherries
with whipped cream so sweet


that weed casts perfect
silohettes, across my map
it scatters sweet smiles


winter won't forgive
warm colored leaves on oak trees
its cold gets jealous

.
6:50 PM 
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Sunday, December 02, 2007 

Current mood:looking at what i can do.
i would wait forever.
i would sing so long, so loud.
i would bring you everything i could.
i would stop at nothing and fly...

i would do anything/everything to love You,





God.
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