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charichari
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Country: United States
Birthday: 6/13/1990
Gender: Female
Expertise: I like reading and yummy smells and Spaghetti-O's and hot tubs and those black kung-fu shoes that make your feet look like black submarines or swarthy car salesmen. I like rolling around on things and wearing lots of clothing and curling up in bed or cars or seats or practically anywhere because more than anything I like being small and I like being alone. But I hate that I'm now tall and I can't fit into small spaces and my dad says I need to get taller or nobody will respect me but I'm not good at networking or being assertive to people, aside from strangers because I love strangers because I can be crazy or icey or just plain yogurt with a raspberry purée.
Occupation: Student
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Member Since:
3/28/2005
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| He's losing interest in me, and by "he" I mean HIM, my secret agent lover man. Just as my not-so-secret potential boyfriend gains momentum. When one door closes another opens, but I really don't want HIS door to close. | | |
| I'm in study hall with Kirk, the gorgeously hot jazz band assistant. He's 24 and I want to go make out with him. I think I'm going to plan on seducing him and Sam the hot science sub/tech guy. Why? Because my milkshake brings all the boys to the yard! | | |
| I came close enough
to not quite feel
your presence overhead.
It was
a strange fluttering
of butterfly wings
and I raised
my head to the sky
to gaze into
your steely eyes.
Awash in bony knees
and stringy hair,
cheap neon
champagne oceans,
your touch on the
small of my back is like
three chords descending
like a promise
or a kiss goodbye.
The bells dominate us,
as we file to Bonhomme
in rigid lines like
reflexive cubicles,
guilt transcends
our fetching faces
of silken weave.
Come inside my house;
occupy the broken vessel,
welcome home the astronauts.
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| i used to think it would be sad to die and find out that there is no god, and you just die and it's the end. it's not so sad though, i don't think. because to me, little things are big, and even the sad things are...idk. it's kind of that feeling i get when i'm inside on an overcast, rainy day and my face is against the glass and i can feel the condensation. it's depressing, sure. but it's pure, and to me it's sweet. | | |
| "We've got to get out of Iraq. No question about it. Problem is, as soon as we leave, the Sushis and the Sashimis are going to kill each other." -Some old man in the Civic Center Bart station. | | |
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