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About Me

My name is Laura Palmer and I was murdered 7 days ago. The community of Twin Peaks is in dismay of my death and are searching for the suspect or suspects who killed me.What people don't know about me, is the tourment that I lived and suffered through during my livelyhood. I might have seemed like a normal happy teenager, but secrets begin to unveil as my death shows signs of bloodshed on other peoples hands. Leading a double life took it's toll... it's like I'm having the most beautiful dream, and the most terrible nightmare, all at once ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~T his is where I lived:This is where I died:Rest in peace:

My Interests

My death:My home...In dreams you are mine, forever ~Red?Oh Agent Cooper...I need you, badlySlutting around:Through the darkness of futures past, the magician longs to see. One chants out between two worlds: Fire Walk With Me...To find out more about the mystery of my death:Wake up... em htiw klaw eriFit continues...secrets...What does it all mean...Where things come together...At my funeral:He DOES love me...only the beautiful die ~...What makes me blue...Fire in my eyes ~Why...Me & Ronette...Look Close...When you see me again, it won't be me:
Get this video and more at MySpace.comThrough my window...come get me, fucker...lovely like death~The owls are not what they seemAn image of perfection???A portal into my dreams ~In Dreams...Dear Diary ~Lost in the woods...Falling Faster and Faster...So Alone...When this kind of fire starts, it is very hard to put out. The tender boughs of innocence burn first, and the wind rises, and then all goodness is in jeopardy...a haunting nightmare...I need a fucking drink ~...Death is nothing to play around with...Cherry Pie
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I'd like to meet:

My Maker, Mr. David Lynch:

Music:

Over you...F I R EWhat's real and what's not...nightmarish dreams...and the heavenly sounds of...

Television:

Twin Peaks: "I love the world of Twin Peaks. It has its own rules, and its mood, and its way of being...."

Books:

"A town like this is like a river. Lot's of hidden currents and eddies, conceiling their own secrets: I haven't even broken the surface yet." ~Special Agent Dale Cooper, F.B.I.~Antihero...And my diary...

Heroes:

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My Blog

A Poem as Lovely as a Tree

"A poem as lovely as a tree" As the night wind blows, the boughs move to and fro. The rustling, t...
Posted by Laura Palmer on Tue, 06 May 2008 02:46:00 PST

A picture...

A picture of my life and death, happiness and pain. I lived in fear, happiness sometimes but my life was in trouble and I was in desperate need of help. I wish someone could have stopped i...
Posted by Laura Palmer on Mon, 05 May 2008 07:39:00 PST

I’m so fucking hot

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Posted by Laura Palmer on Fri, 14 Mar 2008 02:31:00 PST

contacting the dead

I figured that since I'm dead and all, I should still be able to talk to people through this method - it gets lonely in limbo....Donna, are you out there, will you send me a message? What about ...
Posted by Laura Palmer on Fri, 02 Nov 2007 01:53:00 PST

Fire Walk With Me

Screenplay Teresa Banks and the LastSeven Days of Laura PalmerbyDavid Lynch & Bob Engels Typed By: Deep Thought Lynch/Frost Productions Shooting Draft August 8, 1991 ...
Posted by Laura Palmer on Fri, 07 Apr 2006 09:17:00 PST

The End

Dear Diary, January 13, 1989 I haven't been writing to you because Dr. Jacoby gave me a pretty hot-pink tape recorder for Christmas. He said that it might help me to talk int...
Posted by Laura Palmer on Mon, 20 Mar 2006 02:16:00 PST

sex

Dear Diary, Christmas Eve Day, 1987 I'm at the gazebo, trying to get the tune of Christmas carols out of my head. Mom has been playing them all morning. I like Christmas, but...
Posted by Laura Palmer on Mon, 20 Mar 2006 02:14:00 PST

they come and go

Dear Diary, March 4, 1988 I spent yesterday with Donna, and I realized that we have nothing to say to each other anymore. Sure, we chat, and she talks, but the whole time I w...
Posted by Laura Palmer on Mon, 20 Mar 2006 02:15:00 PST

Listen...

Dear Diary, November 13, 1987 I am home. It's early. Leo and Bobby weren't very happy about the fact that I wanted to go home. Leo had decided that it was going to be a night...
Posted by Laura Palmer on Mon, 20 Mar 2006 02:12:00 PST

others -

Dear Diary, December 16, 1987 I'm sorry that it is a whole day later, but Mom and I had a talk in the kitchen while I did the dishes, and it lasted almost four hours. Dad cam...
Posted by Laura Palmer on Mon, 20 Mar 2006 02:13:00 PST