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Name: Prophet_of_Plaid
Country: United States
State: Kansas
Metro: Olathe
Birthday: 2/22/1988


Interests: Family Guy and Philisophy... oh yeah bears and llammas


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Member Since: 4/27/2005

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Thursday, May 24, 2007

the  cheesy  furniture commercial

           the ruins  of old attractiveness, the man

perhaps ancient  sexiness , nothing much more

 

but maybe I,  maybe    I envy such youthful decadence

we say our lives will only get better, while when everything else says that life decreases with the fall of youth

we are the young. and now what;

perhaps they are wrong. clasp my hand and hopes so.


I'm a grader for my logic class next year, and I may start tutoring for math.  hmmm ... This is much different then what I expected.

This article forms part of the series
Chemical warfare
(A subset of Weapons of mass destruction)

 

Hahahahaha when I looked up botox on wikipedia this turned up.


Wednesday, May 16, 2007

"What we cannot speak about we must consign to silence"

Now I have all this freetime and no massive library to consume such classics like "transcedental meditation at stillwater prison" or "economic of the ottoman empire"

I really do hunger for knowlege.  But the skin hungers for skin, and the words hunger for  listeners.  +

what do you want?


Thursday, May 03, 2007

oh my, I have reached a new level of ridiculousness.  I faked the non-understanding of a math conjecture. And then, I faked the understanding of "negative enrgy" in gravitational potential energy, and now I'm in love.

well that did not work at well.  I feel creepy.


Friday, April 13, 2007

Currently Listening
RAVEL-String Quartet/Sonata for Violin and Cello
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i can't breathe when you're around me. and today when you said a word to me it was almost too much. a vacuum. the lungs expanding, stretching their careless muscles at their new found freedom. i whimpered in response.
i entered my room and exhaled. and wrote this.

nothing good will come of this.


Sunday, April 01, 2007

ominous weather and AWKWARD... such a waste of such attractiveness.  also my articulation is certainly suffering from my incessant hangover status. oh my

I am pissed off and tired.



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