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Wednesday, June 29th, 2005
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18 days, 21 hours, 14 minutes, and 56 seconds until the release of harry potter and the half blood prince.
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i went to chicago to drive some friends home who were visiting & they live in the HEY CADETTES (sp someone please?) show space & it was really awsome & i sort of didnt really want to leave even tho it was really hot i met nice people & i smoked too much & my chest hurt & i got pulled over twice in 5 minutes on I94 and got a $230 speeding ticket but really i was mostly in love all the time & now i am home and dcm just played a show & i am really excited about the band & in a pretty good mood even though i am really tired & thankful to finally not be doing anything tomorrow for the first time in forever after my week long madness its 2:11 and taylors mom is bugging his brother to take his diabetes shot & i am hoping to get a call from ryan mach soon to talk about recording & maybe now i am going to go watch star wars episode 2 with taylor & laura but probably i am just going to go home & watch a little bit of eternal sunshine & then ( pass out. )
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Thursday, June 23rd, 2005
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hello sun,
nice to meet ya.
minneapolis bound in t minus 1 hour?
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sittin on top of the biggest rock. smokin ma cee-gar-ettes. feels good, feels great.queen bitch. queen of the you knee verse. wanna stick my feet in the mud. squish squish. fuck it, wanna stick my body in, roll around all over in the goddamn dirt. feelin real big proud stuffed bloated hard & hot. the smoke feels good on my lips and i wanna put out the hot on my arms & jump in the mud. queeen of the u knee verse.
jump in the mud feel the hot rain come down all over me, get all wet. kiss some one hard in the wet, maybe. get struck by lighting & it bounces off back into the big black sky & i am really queen corrie of the youkneeverse. on fire now i climb up way high into the treetops. shake the branches & the rain & the leaves & baby birds go on flying out into the night. build my own damn nest, send me mail & post mark it queen corrie of the UNIVERSE, treetops, minne-soh-tah. sit up there real nice & pretty & bottle rain & clouds & sweet sweet summer air. sell it to the poets & pretty girls & little kids in the street. maybe people picking apples & writing novels underneath me. sell my clouds to charles bukowski sell my air to mizz plath & they all get alive again and we eat apples & shoot the shit up in my tree. reeeeally da queen.
feeling plaster and stoned and like maybe i could slit my dumb fat wrists if i thought about it real hard. sometimes the soft ladies come up to buy shit when i'm workin' & they are all wearing different smells but sometimes every now & then one of 'em will smell special soft like vanilla beans & cool milky air & all i wanna ask them is where it comes from. what are they wearing. where can i get it & always sniff it carry it in a bottle in my pocket lay in the grass pour it all over me & remind me of mom kind of & laying in bed really buried underneath all the soft & the cotton & warm.
when i was little i used to lay on the floor of my bedroom in the middle of winter & get real sad & open up my window all the way open damn and lay on the floor in my skivies & just let myself get cold. keep on getting colder & colder, tell myself i'd just keep on lyin' there til i got so cold i just up & died. real sad ya know. just freeze up fall asleep & fucking croak. lay there a real long time & finally craql up into bed, sleep all mega warm & sad my face peeking out getting cold because of the wet all over.
queen of the you-knee-verse.
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they were born warriors.
fists a flyin' and their bodies all busted up.
would you hang loose with me?
we were free
we were free
we were free
i would like to bury my body in the sky and smell all time time like snow and air thats clean and filled with water.
thats what i would like to do.
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this was me:
now this is me:
this was a bird that got trapped in my garage:
this is a place i sometimes go:
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what is the diameter of your expanded lungs
i want your magic all over my skin indian girl
give it here
i'll dig roots & fresh fruit from beneath the oldest trees
rub the oil through your hair & rub the sorest parts of your upper arms
sharing is revolutionary
getting it all over
greasy and in the thing
mouths carry teeth
& eat gold all day
yer a smart cookie
sneaky queen
mostly lonely
big girls
chump change
lazy bones
bad egg
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i love to think about IE hello,
bonjour,
salut,
fantasies,
everywhere,
all around.
vomitting,
pure gold, wear you swell and consider,
and swell,
and consider,
the dust &&& the gold, under skins
and&& under it all.
under it all
baby.
who is this, where am i, and HOW did i somehow manage to forget all about bob dylan?
There is always the possibilities of summers in New York, the raising of livestock, and my undying dream to wear overalls and bear children.
There are 67 days, 28 minutes, and 6 seconds until the release of Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince. Hogwarts, Year 6.
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why is there nothing instead of something?
why arent there boats / in the sea?
why isnt nature an infinite body?
what is there, and not here, hanging around, always.
i like frogs, at night, on my bike, in the wind.
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uhm, excuse me, did you just say something?
(dont tell anyone but.
oh,
um, this IS the real me.)
oh, hello!
i didnt expect to see you here.
how are you, today?
tomorrow?
and maybe,
yesterday?
oh! fine thanks.
its been 12 hours, burned straight into the ground.
you know i love you so!
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for some reason my hotmail account deactivated for the second time this week and i lost all my emails.
great!
my night = wtf.
here comes trouble
here comes my baby
here he comes now
"i could totally swallow that quarter right now."
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Wednesday, April 6th, 2005
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sin city = retarded as fuck.
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dont you see?
there is no reason not to be proud.
![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) baby_guts
our hearts
littering the topsoil
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the last two valentines chocolates went with me to florida and then melted in my backpack in the hot locked car and then smeared all over everybodies things and they were mad. but i was sad because i was planning on eating one in epcot and one on the plane ride home and then i couldnt.
goodmorning southern metro.
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i had a dream and you were an alligator and you were underwater and when you came to the surface you asked me for a quarter.
i wish that was real.
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i turned 20 years oldlast night, good for me.
i am in florida.
i got a myspace message from ryan mach inviting me to come to his girlfriends coming home from england party, how disappointing!
seriously, jk.
how is everyone.
its 83 degrees, and i bought a dreamcatcher for my car, and i am really sunburnt, the only one in my family.
i want to move to st. augustine with everyone i know and open a glass blowing shop, and play music in the streets, and write on the oldest walls in the country:
"sharing is revolutionary."
i want to buy a big dog and live on hope st. there was a goddamn hope street for christs sake.
we could do ghost tours.
i have to go get ready to eat at bahama breeze, where my mom will order me alcoholic drinks, if i am lucky.
taylor, cheer up, i htink about you a lot.
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Tuesday, March 22nd, 2005
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shit man i am outta here i'm going to the beach be back in 8 days.
HEY OKAY GOODBYE SEE YOU SOON.
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pengiuns: MATE FOR LIFE
girls: ARE HOT
death: IS SCARY
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