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Thursday, November 6, 2008
this is why the sash should stay
another unpoetic one
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boredom's excess
fluffy post exam stuff
this is not goodbye she said
love; charity; respect
the last 3 minutes of the hours plays for the 6th ...
the hours
Without Blood - Alessandro Baricco
cheese, love
tinkling tunes that twirl you in a senseless haven
muted dreambeats and synthesised heartsongs
log
it's a beautiful day
in the big men's world
thetwirlstheyunravel
daddy dj and shitting my pants
"i will not possess your heart"
the tingling sensation when the song you searched ...
of pimples and cellulite
we who Shine
following my 9 year old self's diary writing format
"surprise!"
this is why the sash should stay
intertextuality:neil gaiman,facebook,hindsight,blo...
Strange Little Girls - Neil Gaiman
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