Seem to be having a slight hiatus this month. But keep checking, you know how I get restless.
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An attempt to avoid the maudlin. To think of absurdity and beauty as symbiotic. To be naked. I am endlessly fascinated with my own story.
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- UPCOMING SHOWS
- Ten minute misconduct.
- I am an open wound.
- Don't read this if you don't want to get upset.
- Cookie Toss
- Countdown to normal
- And it rhymes with "p"...
- Good Story!
- A lot of swearing follows.
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- Destiny's Child, Sept 10th!! Woohoo!!
- God, I'm dumb.
- Oh, yeah. It's father's day today. It's not as b...
- What was she thinking?
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- Candy?????
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2 comments:
Okay, here's me posting an uber-comment: Grief is a pig-fucker.
Riel, I love you. But grief is a pig-fucker. There is nothing worse than what we feel.
Okay, Step-mum is going to say what grief is: It's a girl falling apart. It's a bunch of panties in a hamper. Grief is a ham sandwhich, grief is a freshly-pressed, first edition of The Clash's first album, that you look at when you're forty. Grief is when you realize your hands are getting veiny. Grief is a George Jones song; a puppy who is unattractive but needs to be adopted. Grief is losing the person who made you who you were. And finding yourself despite that loss.
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