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My Writer's Block: Strange Handwriting
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Looked me in the eye. So I did the most reasonable thing. I made a balloon animal out of my cock and balls. Friday, October 22, 2010. That's how she writes.". I remember thinking this the first time I saw her handwriting. Which was ironic, because for a prolonged amount of time, the only communication we had was in text. We met on a website that I won't mention here (more). It's bigger and loopier than I thought it would be. She doesn't seem loopy.". 171; Older Post. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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My Writer's Block: that crazy crow has my death certificate
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Looked me in the eye. So I did the most reasonable thing. I made a balloon animal out of my cock and balls. Monday, March 30, 2009. That crazy crow has my death certificate. So, for the last two mornings- i've been awakened by a constant thudding on the side of my house. At first, i disregarded the noise because i thought it was one of the little kids next door. They love to play, throw balls, and run ramped through my yard as well as through the street. Is looming- hello, karma. What do i see? But then ...
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My Writer's Block: December 2008
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Looked me in the eye. So I did the most reasonable thing. I made a balloon animal out of my cock and balls. Thursday, December 11, 2008. The semester is over. That means that the blog can be directed to: free game. I could start a new blog and leave this related to music material. I could redesign this one to be more about what's going on in my day-to-day plus music. But, i don't really care because if anyone is reading this. They are are infatuated with me.not music. This isn't seasame street. On to mor...
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My Writer's Block: You Have To Die First -- At Least That's What We Were Taught.
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Looked me in the eye. So I did the most reasonable thing. I made a balloon animal out of my cock and balls. Tuesday, November 24, 2009. You Have To Die First - At Least That's What We Were Taught. I played sports when I was younger. But I was never really good at them. One time, while playing basketball, I remember shooting a basket for the other team by shooting at my team's goal. I remember wanting to die. I had just sketched something great in my notebook and I really wanted someone to point it ou...
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My Writer's Block: October 2010
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Looked me in the eye. So I did the most reasonable thing. I made a balloon animal out of my cock and balls. Friday, October 22, 2010. That's how she writes.". I remember thinking this the first time I saw her handwriting. Which was ironic, because for a prolonged amount of time, the only communication we had was in text. We met on a website that I won't mention here (more). It's bigger and loopier than I thought it would be. She doesn't seem loopy.". 171; Older Posts. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Back of ...
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My Writer's Block: November 2008
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Looked me in the eye. So I did the most reasonable thing. I made a balloon animal out of my cock and balls. Saturday, November 22, 2008. I may or may not have spoken too soon. It seems like my last few blogs are interconnected. Maybe it could be true. I'm okay with that. I think it's his. I never blame myself for things i should not do. It's usually the fault of others. Emotion is for the strong. I'm not human,. I don't try to be. I don't lie to myself. I don't sit in confession after i do/don't. Mazel t...
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My Writer's Block: May 2009
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Looked me in the eye. So I did the most reasonable thing. I made a balloon animal out of my cock and balls. Wednesday, May 27, 2009. And a "hallelujah" for the win. It's been a minute since i took the time to write for me. don't take me wrong. i write. If that's not melodramatic, i really don't know what is. It's funny that my friend brought up jeff buckley the other day. everyone turns to certain things when they're down and out. my kind of people usually turn to their own type of religion. And that's w...
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My Writer's Block: October 2009
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Looked me in the eye. So I did the most reasonable thing. I made a balloon animal out of my cock and balls. Wednesday, October 21, 2009. The Praying Bag Lady. I saw her sitting by the street asking for rides. She looked harmless. She didn't look like she would stick a gun to my throat. Show me on this ketchup bottle where the bad lady touched you. None of those scenarios seemed to pertain to her. We should pick her up," I said to my friend as we walked out of the Arby's from our pathetic lunch break.
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My Writer's Block: February 2009
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Looked me in the eye. So I did the most reasonable thing. I made a balloon animal out of my cock and balls. Saturday, February 14, 2009. Coffee showed me the light.literally. You know how there are some things in life where you know about them but you just don't utilize them enough? Public transportation, the window-squeegee at the gas station while you pump, career services on campus, cheap clinics, coupons.coffee. Yes i said: coffee. One week of non-adult-related-responsibilities. I told myself: there ...
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My Writer's Block: The Praying Bag Lady
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Looked me in the eye. So I did the most reasonable thing. I made a balloon animal out of my cock and balls. Wednesday, October 21, 2009. The Praying Bag Lady. I saw her sitting by the street asking for rides. She looked harmless. She didn't look like she would stick a gun to my throat. Show me on this ketchup bottle where the bad lady touched you. None of those scenarios seemed to pertain to her. We should pick her up," I said to my friend as we walked out of the Arby's from our pathetic lunch break.
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