life |
Life is phantasmagorical. Bonfires and stars and the sound of waves. Midnight bike rides and secret rendezvous. I'm working on some summertime reading but the hammock's swing beats a...
Posted by on Thu, 07 Jul 2005 10:20:00 GMT |
music between the toes |
well now i got one em moosique myspaces. dagnabbit, gosh darn, wee doggy
...gah! who made me a southern girl!
Posted by on Tue, 14 Jun 2005 08:58:00 GMT |
laaaa la la l... |
My little brother has a mullet. He has earned my ultimate respect.
Posted by on Wed, 25 May 2005 17:32:00 GMT |
delirium is the devil |
Only to be fair, I must mention my other great uncle, Richard Dubois aka Dick Dubois also on my mom's side. He and my grandfather fought for my grandmother. I love ancestor drama. Here he is...
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Posted by on Fri, 13 May 2005 01:08:00 GMT |
delirium is a god |
speaking of gods,
whatever happened to the good ol' days when a woman could sleep with Zeus and get a kickass son like Hercules.
ahhh, the greeks...the romans...the americans
Let me show you read...
Posted by on Wed, 11 May 2005 11:34:00 GMT |
got to be runnin cold upside down his head |
My plea to friends with potential to rock the world:
Surf the social rules.
Get off that tool of an ass.
Exercise it on the crest of the wave
That sweeps the population's
expressions, fashion,...
Posted by on Thu, 05 May 2005 00:42:00 GMT |
pan and scan |
Me: "Let me take a sip of this old ass water."
Rae: "All water is old."
Nashville is my musical paradise.
I got a band. James on lead, Graham on bass, Josh on drums, and of course John on b...
Posted by on Tue, 12 Apr 2005 12:07:00 GMT |
bitin into chocolate caramel easter eggs |
Home for break, the snow/hail and a blustery wind are whipping at the window, there's a bird on my shoulder eating my sweater.
Posted by on Tue, 08 Mar 2005 16:20:00 GMT |
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I've got a bunch of things to say, though I don't have a cerebral-impulse/english dictionary handy, so if anyone knows where I can find one...
Posted by on Mon, 07 Feb 2005 12:55:00 GMT |
these Venuses of antiquity |
There exists a world where death creates life, where suicide without sadness occurs billions of times an hour, where every individual does exactly what is best for the whole society. It is a world of ...
Posted by on Tue, 11 Jan 2005 20:42:00 GMT |
