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Clover Bow

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No one is as pristine as porcelain. So it goes. I have lightning in my eyes.

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

Someone who wants a little bit of my time. Someone worth my time. James Dean. Peter Pan. Holden Caulfield. Ned the pie-maker. Benjamin Linus. Cal Trask. Dean Moriarty. Old Trapper. James Bond. Boys seem more interesting, but that doesn't mean there aren't lovely females out there.



My Blog

I know I'm not awake,

but this CAN'T be sleep!
Posted by on Fri, 13 Mar 2009 02:06:00 GMT

I'll judge you for judging

this is where I am conflictedeveryone is allowed to have their opinionbut I don't believe in one person judging anotherso is having an opinion on a person being judgmental?or is it just that we should...
Posted by on Sat, 14 Feb 2009 20:13:00 GMT

Is that okay with you?

I constantly overdress. I scream for no reason. Excessive Christmas cheer genuinely scares me. I never do my homework. My room is a constant mess. I say awkward things. I am inappropriate. I am not ok...
Posted by on Sat, 27 Dec 2008 00:19:00 GMT

photographic evidence dismisses the unseen

I am behind the camera. Behind the action, not in it. I am not really there.   The photograph just came into being without any action taken.
Posted by on Mon, 22 Sep 2008 00:42:00 GMT

this system is fucked!

why call it a conversation when we all really know it's just a condemnation.
Posted by on Thu, 12 Jun 2008 18:15:00 GMT

I thought it would be wondrous to

Let's go on a road trip and place red tulips on Jack Kerouac's grave. We will eat our away across America living only on peanut butter sandwiches, water, and strawberries.   Now isn't that a sill...
Posted by on Thu, 01 May 2008 21:17:00 GMT

cut out the bullshit

There is a land called 'passive-agressiva' and you are their queen.
Posted by on Sat, 15 Dec 2007 14:48:00 GMT

i am jacks depression

Red and black converse. His sole/soul is rundown. She is not even eighteen and she is dying. I am not even certain if I am figuratively speaking or not. Not to mention I haven't been fucked like this ...
Posted by on Sat, 27 Oct 2007 21:17:00 GMT

scribbles

Imagine a city where graffiti wasn't illegal, a city where everybody could draw whatever they liked. Where every street was awash with a million colours and little phrases. Where standing at a bus st...
Posted by on Sun, 26 Aug 2007 16:33:00 GMT

listening to moulin rouge soundtrack can be so nostalgic

mistress mary, quite contrary how does your garden grow? with silver bells, and cockle shells, and marigolds all in a row   why does it seem that things crumble so quickly?things you thought...
Posted by on Sun, 15 Jul 2007 23:03:00 GMT