| The silence of Yanni |
[19 Sep 2005|11:03pm] |
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Do you play the harmonica? |
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I'll be in that tribe of HAIR and we went and sang for Cindy Sheehan.
And Emily Eggs says get off the computer.
Nicole is cool.
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| Welcome to the Volunteer Open House |
[07 Sep 2005|05:47pm] |
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A Letter To Dominique |
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No more drinking. For me.
Callback for HAIR! wahoo. Didn't think I was gonna make it.
Hello Sarah Jayne, wherever you are.
SO I must go home. toodles. to all. Edward grew out his hair. and beard might I add.
He's going to scare everyone away come tomorrow.
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| Posting clever little little ditties... |
[01 Sep 2005|03:51pm] |
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 aoeioo lo lo lo |
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SHAKE A TOE |
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Ring ring ring ring ring ring ring BANANAPHONE!
I do not support myspace in any way shape or form but you should all go look at my pictures. Because I'm a hypocrite. For today. At least i wasn't the one who made it. Oh no.
Call my cellular bananular phone. My momma and papa brother and sister grandma and grandpa dogoramaphone. Is that it? Let's say it is.
LOUIS XIV tonight! Oh yes. Sir. Wahoo.
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| 24/7 access to your credit report |
[19 Aug 2005|03:40pm] |
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I Guess This Is Goodbye Old Pal//Into The Woods |
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I've never lied to royalty before.
He's a very nice prince. Tall.
I have a baker. And you a beanstalk.
Again I'm sitting on the knot that won't untie itself.
ONE midnight gone. Because slottled spoons don't hold much milk.
Just remember:
Never wear mauve at a ball because there are GIANTS IN THE SKY.
I will no longer be using those handy little mood faces. Unless the face is amusing.
Human emotions are much to sordid a thing to be lumped into one category. I like to think we are complex beings.
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| Get Rich: Become a Professional Speaker. |
[05 Aug 2005|03:04pm] |
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 Dr Masaru Emoto lost his hat! |
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Love Will Tear Us Apart Again//Joy Division |
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AT the moment I am occupied sitting on someone for what may be rather meager pay.
And now we know the fun has ended, Jenny gone, birthday passed and forgotten as soon as it happened on that one short day of pretend bliss.
But I can create the life I want with my 31 WAYS TO MAKE MONEY...in real estate. Although the Turkish gum is proving to make things difficult after all.
Who
Knew?
Up and saw The Pillowman the other day. That Jeff. Goldblum. Quite a character. The retarded brother was rather shy.
But that Billy Crudup. Quite a looker. In the dark of. The picture.
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[27 Jul 2005|01:16pm] |
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Personal Jesus//Depeche Mode |
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Going to Union Square.
Bleeding all over the walls.
Fading as you stroke her
The maiden slowly falls.
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| A disturbing study finds that studies are disturbing... |
[25 Jul 2005|04:40pm] |
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Peg//Steely Dan |
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So Harry Potter had a most unusual and unnatural effect on yours truly.
Weeping, in short, was not at all expected. So much for lighthearted summer reading folks.
So to cheer mee up from our childhood series and various letdowns being hurled at myself today, I have Jenny tomorrow to look forward to.
The prospect is amusing, I must say.
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| Magic Moon Drops. |
[21 Jul 2005|01:14pm] |
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 The last expression-rather odd |
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Evil//Interpol |
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Movie marathon with Skeggs.
Attempted: Amelie/One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest/Chinatown/Days of Wine and Roses/About Schmidt/Moulin Rouge/Gosford Park/The Fifth Element/Bell, Book and Candle/Spleandor in the Grass/My Left Foot/This is Spinal Tap
Succeeded: Cuckoo's Nest/About Schmidt/Gosford Park/Bell, Book and Candle/Days of Wine and Roses (almost)
And Diva night at Symphony Space:
Gilda - Rita Hayworth
Gaslight - Ingrid Bergman
We'll keep at it.
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| Posting as me. |
[12 Jul 2005|10:27am] |
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Why Can't We Be Friends?//You |
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Kashew smells for posting Virginian pictures in an odd shape.
You know what we should do?
...Dress up like sorority boys and smoke pot.
Except Ashley has to dress up like a girl.
Liam made a myspace.
For moi.
Wahoo.
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| 8 is two 4's and Andrey is three 7's. |
[10 Jun 2005|08:33pm] |
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Song donated by the Mayor. |
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mandingo//the untouchables. |
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The Mayor of Peachtown has no jurisdiction over peaches or cookies and his county is filled with earless cows.
I am hereby the Mayor or Cookies everywhere.
Andrey would vote or me.
I voted for him 17 times.
He's just a failure.
At
Everything.
As Deirdre quotes.
On the weekends. With peachy goodness and frothy cyclops.
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| Moon drops and free events. |
[09 Jun 2005|06:38pm] |
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 wah. wah. wah. |
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little acorns//white stripes |
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I'm going to buy a donut for Zheng He
and then impersonate him
and recruite inocent little children
for a dead man's next voyage
in global class tomorrow.
yvanehtnioj1214!
The first to figure out the message gets a cookie.
Not for eating dears.
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| Oh Polly! Please scratch my uterus! |
[08 Jun 2005|05:43pm] |
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 Dinner At Eight |
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Movies of myself//Rufus Wainwright |
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I picture you blowing me delicate purple whispers
You ask sweetly "please"
Language is a gorgeous urge
A still dream..
O Spite!
O Hell!
I see you are all bent
To set against me!
For your merriment...
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| The world is my pork chop. |
[06 Jun 2005|05:24pm] |
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blankslatesandemptypages |
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this plum is too ripe//the fantastiks |
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New e-mail identity:
longingforpie@hotmail.com
Still in need of a screen nombre...
gherkingal?
Perhaps..
Give me your insights...
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| She gave me a dollar. |
[05 Jun 2005|02:18pm] |
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what a homely little fellow. |
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Born Under Punches//Talking Heads |
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Had a show last eve.
"Lily, you are like so amazing, it's like, scary. You're like, my idol. It's like, weird."
Indeed. I try. My aim is only to please.
Liam, Kotryna, Mia, and the topper, Sarah Jayne graced us with their presence.
First, the Magic Act. They were quite impressed.
And the main event. My very own Mumsy.
In the end, the royal introduction between father and friend.
She blushes, the NeverEverEatGirl.
Must have been the heat.
We carted the sleeping beauty off home, to the boondocks where only one train travels.
We took artsy pictures in Wonderland. The Little Girl's Room.
This morning, piddly food fairs and father-made smoothies took place.
Declining the magician's offer, "I'm well-off."
Slight of hand and elavator tricks on the train.
"He accepts checks and credit cards." Blank checks.
Now, reclining with an ex-nun. So very intruiging. I'm tickled. Truly.
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| The goo that lives on in my heart. |
[01 Jun 2005|10:26pm] |
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A song for Mel. |
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Head Over Heels//Tears for Fears |
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Methinks it's high time for a new online identity.
sn.
Ideas you may have should prove to be amusing and intruiging.
Don't Delay.
I shan't be back soon. This was only temporary.
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| Nutrition Facts. |
[01 Jun 2005|08:14pm] |
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 The face of contemplation. |
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Antics//Interpol |
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It has been a while.
I sang for Steven Sondheim.
I was confirmed. Lily|Colette|Elizabeth|Anne|DePaula
I bought some CDs. The Killers|Talking Heads|White Stripes
I performed my final scene.
I'm a Shaker. No more sex.
Back to school before the end. It's always rather immature and petty near the end.
Only to be repeated again next year.
So nothing ever changes. Though it may fool you.
Don't be fooled.
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| A Shitty Family Feature |
[20 Feb 2005|01:06pm] |
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 This is the little Gent. |
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Poses//Rufus Wainwright |
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Today be Jenny's day of birth. And it all seems too illogical.
She should
Switch.
With Chloe. The more mature of the two.
At the Grove, and Chloe and I ran off. We ignored their multiple calls.
They ignored us. And they walked past. Not noticing that we were indeed the ones they were looking for. Our conspicuous escape was rather
PATHETIC.
There were little surprises around the corner. She came and said hello, and we danced and embraced and there was jollity and joy.
Afterwards we went to the performing arts school of the western coast. LACHSA. Presenting FAME. Being about our school. On the eastern side. It was enthralling, to be sure.
Back at Jenny's abode, we are watching Eternal Sunshine. And it makes me
anxious to see that I'm not living my life to the fullest. So now I will.
IwillIwillIwillIwill.
Farewell and
Bonne Notte.
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| What did Janie find? |
[19 Feb 2005|03:28am] |
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Chicago seems a million miles |
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The Bongo Song |
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I hope you are all amused. By Sarah Jayne and her wittiness. And she is still fighting that awful pimple devil. So she won't be coming for hot cocoa at three a.m.
I arrived on a winged thing yesterday.
They subjected us to tiny pretzels and milky water and poor film selections by the name of Shall We Dance? with J.Lo and her Fat-Assness.
Well, I seem to have lost the urge to write to you all, anyone in LA should go to YADA, or the Grove/Farmer's Market, or Jennys new house, if you feel like scoping me out. I won't be around forever you know.
Now i have to go look at Sarah's pictures of Miseur Marcel. And their alleged sexiness.
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| It's bloody Sunday... |
[12 Feb 2005|08:12pm] |
I put Ash on my forehead on Ash Wednesday.
I like scaring my peers.
Look at me.
I love Sarah Jayne. I especially love her whiteness. It keeps away the pimple devil.
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| Here's to the ladies who lunch. Everybody laugh. |
[28 Jan 2005|02:39pm] |
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 Full. Fantastic. Flowing. |
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immigrant song//led zeppelin |
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So, last night.
Brigee's house. Swell. Dandy. Dany...
New Theory: Every song that everyone knows but no one knows the band who wrote it the answer is always inevitably The Clash, Led Zeppelin, or Queen. I kid you not. Thanks to Brigid and I you will never again have that incredibly inconsiderate sensation in the back of your mind when you hear a famous song. We've narrowed it down.
We watched ourseleves a movie. But first, a stroll with Deirdre at 1:30 a.m.
For blueberry bagels and their amusing charms and drinks and Camels.
Inhale. The Irish way. Enthralling.
Yes, the movie. The Doors. With Val Kilmer portraying an excellent Jim Morrison. Ah. It was a funny film. Full of amusing encounters. But woeful. Sad.
Our happy get together ending in a hurried frenzy. Broken alarm clocks can get you nowhere in life. Make a note of that.
And now, a rehearsal, with a beauteous feller. Gorgeousity.
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