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(no subject) [Jul. 6th, 2009|02:04 am]
either you hide under the blankets so you can sleep or you stay and let it melt?
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terry pratchett and susanna clark seem to agree on fairies [Jun. 23rd, 2009|12:56 am]
books! they drive me mad! and every breath tastes of words as liquid and tricky as vanilla and each bottled word I breath weighs down my tongue in continued silence until the weight builds in my throat and I cough or yawn, reminding myself I really must stop and sleep

...and the light cord swings and I remember fish...
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but no one can stare at the wall [May. 28th, 2009|12:10 am]
lalala
singing in sick voice whee!
my roommate sounds pretty sick too. phooey.
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not taking things gracefully [May. 26th, 2009|09:42 pm]
grumblemutterwhinewhingehmph

I wanna hang out with Kate and Laura

hmph
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brilliant! [May. 21st, 2009|05:37 pm]
instead of roads we shall install little tracks in which we will roll tomatoes and we will ride giant tortoises as they try to eat the tomatoes. Tortoises are cute when they try to eat tomatoes.
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clue [May. 20th, 2009|02:06 pm]
I feel almost as though I am forming a friendship withe birch leaves outside the PAC. The trees themselves are a bit too mystical(...trees are often so theologically lofty.....)to be befriend. The whole driad thing, yeah? Especially these birch...their pale ghost-eyes remind me of the purple eyes that would open at two in the morning. I am already sleep deprived and so recollections of woozy too many voices and fishhook woman of course. right. they make me woozy too. But the leaves! I like them! I reached up to touch them when they were small and folded and looked so crisp. They weren't so crisp. I liked the way they felt though. I had a swimsuit that texture almost once. swimming is frightening because sometimes it is like falling asleep. I like being cozy in bed, or having slept...but falling asleep...there's something very accurate about the term falling. There is at least one god of edges, maybe more. I haven't decided. I don't even know what they look like. I may have misassigned the god of paperwork. birch bark makes cool paper. I should do the whole sleeping thing sometime. I guess I'll work on the whole eating thing first ohno burnt
end no end
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(no subject) [May. 16th, 2009|11:29 pm]
[mood | inspired, procrastinating, wha]

skin would be even cooler if it had velcro seams. Maybe snaps or zippers. otherwise it might come off if you fell or if you removed it too many times. velcro gets worn out.
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(no subject) [May. 16th, 2009|11:27 pm]
I miss you all. hmph
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(no subject) [May. 11th, 2009|12:55 am]
howling machinery in the rain and everything slips
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as constellations we will wave to each other [May. 10th, 2009|02:04 am]
I had a very nice day. It involved an 8 hour picnic across bits of Bellingham I had not necessarily walked before.
I seem to have lost a shoe though.


I am the dandelion fairy.
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(no subject) [May. 10th, 2009|02:02 am]
[mood | uprising]

I want to peel back my skin and tickle my bones. Especially my elbows. They itch.
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violists seem to be generally awesome people [May. 7th, 2009|11:41 pm]
also, I was doodling during break, trying to figure out how to play the tetris music and by the end of break - everyone was trying to play it together.
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often a bird [May. 6th, 2009|04:20 pm]
[mood | bye]
[music |Wim Mertens]

I want to paint right now. find blank perhaps the cover will do nicely yes
kicking a black-capped pen clear body reflected white with white stockings and dark shoes across warping bricks
descending stairs between burnished red maples towards corridor of rain-blackened trees puffs sun-greened leaves
I like Jackson Pollock. I like minimalist music. I like like like like
I like you
bye
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(no subject) [May. 4th, 2009|09:09 pm]
it is raining very softly
the tv is crying
my stomach is flying
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hmmballabadoop [Apr. 22nd, 2009|10:48 pm]
I saw a bird with a long white face and remembered how to run in the dark. I met another kitty - orange and puffy and purring.
it was nice.
but tim said to wash my elbow because I have trouble with stairs and I don't like the smell of blood at all.
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(no subject) [Apr. 14th, 2009|07:08 pm]
there is no reason for me to feel as stressed as I am



...still...I'd very much like to be done with school...or at least with being awake
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A tower of cards [Apr. 11th, 2009|03:09 am]
[mood | alive]

I went for a walk this morning. I sang a lot. My throat is a little sore. I may have tried to sing with the trains a bit. I might not have though. But I sang with my gravel footsteps. And my stone scramble. I didn't sing so much at the beach. Then I listened. And then I petted a little striped kitty with a saggy belly. His name was Leroy and he almost followed me home. Then I saw Cody in a warm hat and had some water. Perhaps I should sleep now.
prrri burah eeeo day lahh.
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hmmballabadoop [Apr. 1st, 2009|04:52 pm]
[mood | hmmballabadoop]

hmmballabadoop
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yesterday [Mar. 15th, 2009|04:43 pm]
[mood | very grouchy]
[music |next door]

there was a tear in the sky, which was a soft grey felt.
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(no subject) [Mar. 6th, 2009|01:18 am]
my brain's as broken as my camera. I must have gotten sand in it. or snow. *rattle*
do you have a spare? I'm trying to make a pendulum not stop accelerating just because it has reached the low point.
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