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Its not pink, its lightish red: July 2007
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Its not pink, its lightish red. Nobody suspects the butterfly. Saturday, July 07, 2007. Don't say that you love me! Just tell me that you want me! Fine Fineity fineity fine. I will update - for who am I to deprive the world of a certain person's thoughts? That and I should be getting ready to go out. There's nothing like updating a blog when it comes to procrastination. While I'm here, I thought I'd solicit your help in figuring out what this little grab means. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Kirani - aka LRH.
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Its not pink, its lightish red: Blinded by the light, revved up like a deuce another runner in the night
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Its not pink, its lightish red. Nobody suspects the butterfly. Monday, December 18, 2006. Blinded by the light, revved up like a deuce another runner in the night. It's amazing how much your relationship with somebody you've never met, let alone seen, can change in the space of one song. There is a builder next door. He is building something. He woke me up with his radio and power tools at 8am. But now I love him. Hitting the high notes. It was possibly the best thing I've heard all year. 3 So you should.
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Its not pink, its lightish red: November 2006
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Its not pink, its lightish red. Nobody suspects the butterfly. Friday, November 24, 2006. Hey little bird, fly away home, your house is on fire, your children are alone. I've made a decision. Sunday, November 12, 2006. I don't see no holes in the road but you. Passenger of mine oh. You won't leave me. We can't go on like this. Can't go on like this. Thursday, November 09, 2006. Like a harpoon, like a harpoon. Where for art thou, oh my muse? Sunday, November 05, 2006. Granted, the odds of this working are...
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Round Here: November 2005
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Personality is a myth, created by those who lack the inclination or imagination to change. Sunday, November 27, 2005. No one knows what no one says! And who would have guessed that excessive alcohol consumption, sex and not really having to do anything would be so damn good? I just got back from my delightful binge and now must work. I am less sad though due to my new job at the glorious blue waters restaurant. Sexy. In other words there is much there for me, what is your life? It’s there too, but how?
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Round Here: January 2006
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Personality is a myth, created by those who lack the inclination or imagination to change. Sunday, January 29, 2006. I am a gradually opening door. The more time I spend in this place of my head, the more I like the way you look from where I’m standing. So the cute Cypriot lost that tennis game, but we whupped the cricket, so I’m ok. Balls and whistles. I will burn you mudders. Wit my whup-ass stick of no lagwage bitch. Suk on tat. I da boss! I wish I could shed my skin, like snakes! I beat like a drum, ...
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Its not pink, its lightish red: September 2006
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Its not pink, its lightish red. Nobody suspects the butterfly. Friday, September 22, 2006. And we shall blank them in the ambulances - a quick rant. I haven’t had a rant for a while, but now feels pretty right. Overgeneralising aside, why don't boys get interpreting subtlety? I mean my god! It seriously isn’t that hard. It’s been part of human society for a good while now; you’d think they’d have picked it up. A quick note on how to interpret subtlety –. If ever a girl says anything to you ever.
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Round Here: December 2005
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Personality is a myth, created by those who lack the inclination or imagination to change. Monday, December 26, 2005. Fiddle, oh ballabber-minstel! Clandestine openings and slamming departures! Boxed, taped up, like a bastard son in a rug of family resentment, there is no home on this plane of existence for the loveless. Bridge gaps in your teeth as though they were whores, paid and sent away, the cards have been dealt well but the bidding poor. Where is that bridge now? Posted by Cal Samson at 5:42 PM.
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Its not pink, its lightish red: Surface Happy - Bittersweet, Agonising Happy
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Its not pink, its lightish red. Nobody suspects the butterfly. Sunday, March 11, 2007. Surface Happy - Bittersweet, Agonising Happy. Hi How are you? What's been happening in your world? Moi moi etc, you know the drill. In lieu of another, much longer post, I give you a piece of writing. You've stolen my heart, eyes smiling. Trust the first person to comment would live in the most boring part of aus. Still, I don't know that objectivism is such a worthy goal. Ayn Rand, are you listening? Kirani - aka LRH.
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Its not pink, its lightish red: August 2006
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Its not pink, its lightish red. Nobody suspects the butterfly. Tuesday, August 29, 2006. Bear with me here (slightly revamped). It has no plot, no title and the repetitive style probably means you’ll get half way and tune out. But I think that’s all part of it. Who the bloody hell is she? This is not an easy question to answer. Who am I? Am I that person who puts my car into neutral and lets my little brother push it out of the driveway just to see if we can? Who loves to laugh and fool around? And when ...
