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Monday, March 31st, 2003
5:44 pm
[iceheartglacier]
please delete me from your community list
Wednesday, July 3rd, 2002
10:27 am
[patina]
Allergy demons.
I feel drugged.
Sunday, April 14th, 2002
12:18 pm
[onemancult]
His head made a loud thud as it pounded into something much too supple and warm to be the floor. He immediately deduced that what just pulled him down was whatever he'd spent the last night with.
And upon seeing her, he was quite surprised.
She was gorgeous.
And drunk.
"Hey....hey, did I fuck you?" she drawled.
Saturday, April 13th, 2002
5:08 pm
[patina]
Although the clock numbers were hard to read, he at least grasped that he had been asleep for at least ten hours. Funny. It felt more like a week. Foolishly, he put one foot off his bed onto the floor. Foolishly, because something grabbed his leg and jerked him to the floor, along with the nightstand, the alarm clock, and the dripping condoms.
5:01 pm
[patina]
Although the clock numbers were hard to read, he at least grasped that he had been asleep for at least ten hours. Funny. It felt more like a week. Foolishly, he put one foot off his bed onto the floor. Foolishly, because something grabbed his leg and jerked him to the floor, along with the nightstand, the alarm clock, and the dripping condoms.
Wednesday, April 3rd, 2002
12:11 pm
[onemancult]
What had he done the night before? The room stank of sex.
There was no coffee, and his cigarette box was stuffed full of pantyhose. This is the type of game that the world only played with him, no one else.
Friday, March 22nd, 2002
2:12 pm
[patina]
Once more, he made a futile effort to hit the ceiling. No luck. In a perfect world, he mused, he would be able to hit the ceiling. In an even more perfect world, the pillow would sprout feathery wings and fly away.
But this was no perfect world.
He needed coffee. Coffee, and perhaps a cigarette.
Wednesday, March 20th, 2002
8:40 pm
[onemancult]
It usually came at times like this, the relative inability to do much more than simply laze in bed and wishfully toss his pillow up at the cieling. Every toss was a dream, and he told himself that they would only come true if the pillow hit the cieling. So with each hope muttered under warm breath, he tossed with all his might and tried to hit the cieling.
He felt no remorse in placing his desires on the roof's misery.
"Plaster cannot cry" he thought.
Tuesday, March 19th, 2002
7:56 pm
[patina]
bitter man. He tried to sit up, but immediately collapsed as if his spine had been removed by some invisible force. Once again, he tried to leave his bed, this time cautiously poking his foot out from the blankets.
8:19 pm
[onemancult]
... outgrowth of old hatreds. It was never right to just let it all out, supposedly you were required to let it fester inside of you until it bubbled too close to the surface, a caustic all-enveloping gauze. 'Medicine doesnt always heal' she had whispered in his ear as he slipped into serendipitous haze. Dreams were more touching than reality to this....
4:42 pm
[bassistgih]
**idea***
hi again, we all like to write here, soo
lets start a story where the other finishes the maxuim is 10 lines, the min is one word, ok lets start.
I want to start. **purr**


Outgrown, and shivering. Shriviling sensations infiltrated inside, buried away and preserved like mothers wedding dress in the russet chest with the moth holes. Tedious...
4:35 pm
[bassistgih]
(sing to the hokeypokie melody)
if ur 666
then immm 555
and were so pretntious
and were convulsing all about
you do the tweekiepeekie
and u spasm all around
thats what its all about tweekie peekie

you have a
lunchbox with brandon lee
and you dance to morrisee
but u really like trent
and his lyricsd that are the sameeveryalbummmmm
cha yeah
thats whatits all about tweekie peekie

you put you left fang in
you put ur left fang out
but make sure you always pout
thats what its all about
tweekie peekie
Saturday, March 9th, 2002
8:55 pm
[patina]
Poseurs Rule!!!
Hmm...this post is very crappy, I can tell already. Probably because things have been getting to my brain. I've noticed something weird around here and I've finally decided what it is: Simply, everyone here is a zombie. That's right, i'm surrounded by the walking dead.
It's not posers that bother me...we're all posers to some extent. Yeah, it's pathetic when some poor bastard contorts himself to fit into some little niche, but it's just not as frightening as being surrounded by zombies.
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