I can see it coming and damn it, I can't remember my brain long enough to stop it.
Cryptic. Yea. Cryptic covers up not knowing what the heck you're actually saying.
Thursday, May 12, 2005
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"I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked,dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn looking for an angry fix,angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night, who poverty and tatters and hollow-eyed and high sat up smoking in the supernatural darkness of cold-water flats floating across the tops of cities contemplating jazz..."
About Me
- Me, I'm holding out hope for a zombie attack
- “What are you, life? A silent theater of Chinese shadows, a chain of dreams, a charlatan’s store? Or a gift of unrequited love---that’s all that is intended for me? What about happiness? Ingrate, you’re alive, you weep love strive fall and that’s not enough? What?...Not enough? Oh, is that so? There isn’t anything else.”--Tatyana Tolstaya
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Hey Peggy
Under the influence of boredom I found your blog! (horrah for boredom today)
I like the way you write. I've not been able to get so candid in my blog. But check it out anyway, xanga: laurelnak
When do you leave for Russia?
-Laurel
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