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League Of Shadows: August 2006
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There falls no shadow where there shines no sun - Hilaire Belloc. Tuesday, August 22, 2006. Another lost soul wandering in the desert. Searching for love. Searching for happiness. Searching for peace. Contentment. Fulfillment. Ever searching, never finding. All around him, shadows glide by. Amorphous. Intangible. Surreal. Other wanderers.lost souls. Each in search of their own requisites. Facing their own demons. Ever passing, never meeting. An answer to his questions? Yet, now that he has some aim, some...
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BRIGHTER DEATH: January 2006
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Wer, wenn ich schriee, hörte mich denn aus der Engel Ordnungen? Who, if I cried, would hear me among the angels' hierarchies? Monday, January 30, 2006. Have you ever wondered about the contents of my library? Here's a tiny part of it. Three bloggers, namely : Hermes. Found themselves morbidly fascinated with the previous Gunter Brus post. So, I have picked out a G.B. book cover, and two Hermann Nitsch book covers as the highlights. Posted by Brighter Death at 11:10 pm. Saturday, January 28, 2006. I find ...
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League Of Shadows: October 2005
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There falls no shadow where there shines no sun - Hilaire Belloc. Monday, October 31, 2005. She took another drag of her cigarette and looked at the view. From her vantage point on the boulder, she saw the dismal valleys bellow and the stark plains beyond. The drought had played a game with the vineyards and won. Now, there was dry, barren land stretching for miles around. Wasteland. She crushed the cigarette on the rock and flicked it down the hill, watching its descent until it finally came to rest a f...
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cunting linguist: Just a Few of My Firsts: Part 1
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Seems i've always got something on the tip of my tongue. ©. Wednesday, October 18, 2006. Just a Few of My Firsts: Part 1. For the time being, I'm shadow posting here. I'll tell you what I've written, and send you over there. One day, that'll stop. So, update your links and bookmarks, and know that I love you so for it. Thanks! The latest posting over there is part one in a series I'm calling Just a Few of My Firsts. Posted by Scribe Called Steff at 7:55 PM. If you are not 18, leave now. I Need A Hug.
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cunting linguist: Getting Laid, Getting Tested, Getting AIDS
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Seems i've always got something on the tip of my tongue. ©. Thursday, October 26, 2006. Getting Laid, Getting Tested, Getting AIDS. There's a new posting over at Smut and Steff about new relationships, getting tested, and then some pretty mind-blowing stats on AIDS/HIV that every sexually active person needs to know. And the time's a-comin' when this place ain't gonna get updated anymore. Adjusted your bookmarks yet? Whatcha waitin' for, Willis? Posted by Scribe Called Steff at 11:55 PM. How To Give Head.
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Inside Complex Girl: May 2005
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It's all about me, deal with it. Tuesday, May 31, 2005. Another turnip or a fork stuck in the road. Rosa reminded me of my Cute Bus Guy. She had a Cute Train Guy but we've only got shitty busses in Craptown. My story is a little different that hers but an equally sad ending. [I think you should have asked him for mouth to mouth as you were feeling a little faint from your arm ordeal but that's just me ;} ]. Wish I'd kept his number. I've always wanted love to be like the movies Serendipity or Singles....
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Trite Remarks.: impromptu
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Figments, fragments: a writer's journal. Friday, July 31, 2015. Your sight drifts languidly past the packed patio, past the bustling sidewalk, past the gridlocked street, over top the countless roofs of houses and apartments buildings, to an indeterminate spot in the scattered clouds beyond. How long has it been? Eight years. Nine. You don’t know. You don’t keep track of such things. Time is a paradox-. Constructed, constrictive,. She returns the smile, warm, genuine. 8220;How long has it been, you think?
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Trite Remarks.: nostalgia
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Figments, fragments: a writer's journal. Wednesday, March 19, 2014. There're a lot of flagpoles without flags in the neighbourhood. A symbol of another time, I suppose. A symbol of a simpler time,. When caring about your country was a thing. The poles rust,. But at least we've got seven hundred channels on the television. The flags sit folded in the bottom of cardboard boxes in attics,. But at least we can Instagram pictures of our suppers. In this world of disposable everything,. The poles rust,. The ro...
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absinthe bunny: explosions in the sky
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Nothing left to long for. Tuesday, November 18, 2008. Explosions in the sky. We face the destruction. we face the end of all things. we face the falling stars and burning atmosphere with tears of joy, for its together that we face our eternal life. stone statues crumble, fortresses are toppled, the powers that be are no longer anything but meek crickets chirping the final song heard among the bombs, the gunfire, the four horsemen. this is it now. But most of all, i see you. i see you, and i feel you,...
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League Of Shadows: The Dream
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There falls no shadow where there shines no sun - Hilaire Belloc. Monday, January 16, 2006. I let you search, just enjoying being with you. Watching you. Observing the contours of your face. Your dazzling smile. Your long surgeon’s fingers. The way you turned around and winked at me reassuringly every time I heard a train approaching. In memory of Deepak. 16.Aug.1982 - 20.Jan.2003). Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). The Beginnings of a Rant. Cartoon of the Day. Free Daily Cartoon by Bravenet.com.
