fivestarradio, theredkicks, thedeadbullfighters, muffinbread, call them what you will...images flowing back from, "monday morning blues, champagne in your shoes..." back from a time when love mattered and passion overpowered any other thing. you turned me inside out. and how tight is that bass. painting a room blue. a mural of a tree with deep roots, gold flecked. the pink painting under it. bloody ceremony; and I was burned with sage.

our time now is much linear. delegated and mediated there is no room for such beauty. a harsh, cerebral wasteland dictates the passing minutes. such strong sentiments swept under the rug. for the sake of survival. for the sake of growth. are we under there somewhere? i take my time this afternoon. i'll take what i can get.

i can't medicate this away. i can only work so much. there is only so much i can do to distract. but god, how i try. these days i am not myself, i resemble myself.

a cocktail is in order. one up, one down. they all disapprove. but i do what i will. and i'll be damned if i start crying today. everything is FINE. so she says and smiles. there is no room for the mirror to crack.

Reading this cheered me somewhat. These guys are sick. I love it.


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The Crappy Little Elf Name Generator
Can you feel it? You seem smaller ... faster ... pointier ... elfier. You too can ride horses in fictitious English countryside settings while spouting utterly wooden, pretentious lines, wishing you were back at home smoking a bowl instead of questing with two hairy toadpeople who clearly wish they were smoking eachother.

My crappy little elf name is Jolly Faringdon.
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Last Five
treasure - Thursday, Sept. 06, 2006
need - Sunday, May. 22, 2005
where is here - Friday, May. 13, 2005
save me. - Monday, May. 09, 2005
nonsense - Sunday, May. 01, 2005

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