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But bringing into light things that have been rummaging inside of you for a while can be soothing, where is the place to wallow in self-pity if not your own blog?
Back to more down-to-earth matters: my new lemon/lime body butter smells like really cheap sugary kiddie gum. There was no test container, I should know better that buying things like that blindly. But the smell dissolves after a while and leaves me with amazingly smooth skin, so it I think I can get past the odour, although Sickly Sweet is not really my preferred top note.
i dont think this is the life i am supposed to be living.
not sure.
.to be continued.
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the worms will come for you.
I could do something about it, I guess I could. We desire the things that we see all the time. But again: what could we possibly share? Also, I am not that willing to make a fool of myself. Dignity is something I would like to hold on to as long as I can, it is my crutch, spine and cape.
A look in the mirror sobers megood.
Saw an accident today, two cars crashing seriously into eachother. It happened so quickly that I couldn't really figure out who's fault it was. Although it happened not too far away the noise of the crash was strangely unspectacular. From television and cinema we are used to big Bangs! and Booms! but the sound was more that of a collapsing thermos bottle. It reminded me of my accident on the bus to Kinlochleven back then.
One of the drivers jumped out of his carand started gesticulating and jumping around, clearly in shock and
highly hysterical. Nobody appeared to be injured, others were there to attend so I went my way.
<later>
Back from my balcony. It's really cold and pouring down, thank god for the roof. Sparklehorse, Eyepennies. The air smells beautiful.
350.org
2010 is the year that America and the World decides our destiny is not tied to the suicide mission of the oil companies and the notion of limitless growth. it's over. happy christmas war is over. if you want it.
this website is organised by Bill McKibben. the perfect person for the job.
2010 is the year that America and the World decides our destiny is not tied to the suicide mission of the oil companies and the notion of limitless growth. it's over. happy christmas war is over. if you want it.
this website is organised by Bill McKibben. the perfect person for the job.
Thom
Explanation 1: It was me talking in my sleep, dreaming of China. Just that I usually remember my dreams, particularly shortly after waking up.
Explanation 2: Someone in the spirit world got really lost and needed a lift. 'Really lost' in this case meaning not only wrong dimension but also wrong continent.
Mañana Inside tocando por el día del alumno en nuestro Colegio Ingles Woodland.
Los temas son: cancion para mañana- la culpa (los bunkers), Crimen- Ahi vamos (Gustavo Cerati), He barrido el sol- Los Tres (Los tres). Deseando a todos los pinguinos un buen día del alumno mañana y que lo pasen ¡la raja! :)
(Foto USS)
Woke up exhilarated and full of energy.
maaan
shouldn't BP be held criminally responsible for the oil slick?
shouldn't the heads of BP be held to account?
this is not just a accident. this is a terrible crime.
record profits? nice.
Link
shouldn't BP be held criminally responsible for the oil slick?
shouldn't the heads of BP be held to account?
this is not just a accident. this is a terrible crime.
record profits? nice.
Link
Thom
angled & sorry
a loaded & lonely
corpse on a string.
i dreamt in violet
unpleasant things.
most of the screaming
eviscerate kindling
spineless and unknown
squealing meat roasting
carved off familiar bones.
we'll make the black flies
look like angels of light.
you'll learn to eat the handicapped
you'll learn to eat your kids.
