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what lala thinks: March 2014
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My online journal. A record of my insanities and inspirations. I watched you wither away. Into the ashes that I carry around with me. Last night I slept with your robe. Your scent surrounded me all night long. I've cleaned out your house,. Replaced your carpets,. And painted the walls. I've paid your bills. I've cancelled some accounts. I've sold your car. Soon I'll be selling your home. Although the details of your life have been a large project for me. I feel closer to you by remaining in your "world".
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what lala thinks: He
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My online journal. A record of my insanities and inspirations. This is my opinion of a man I call "He". He has a light about him. That shines from his smile. And it's been felt in the touch of his hand. When he takes the time to touch. And it's been felt like electric shock from his body. When he sits still long enough to be held. His eye sight is selective. He hears what he wants to hear. His attention span is shorter than a minute. His ability to love is unknown. His past a wild one. Send Me On Our Way.
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what lala thinks: November 2011
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My online journal. A record of my insanities and inspirations. In a busy mind. My world can feel like a circus. The colors of my world vary. The ebb and flow of friendships. Keep me on my toes. Flipping and twirling around each and every obstacle. And building my strength for the acrobatics I perform. Make me feel crazy sometimes. But free at all times. Whoever I need to be. And to eventually laugh. My circus, my life. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Send Me On Our Way.
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what lala thinks: January 2014
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My online journal. A record of my insanities and inspirations. As I came in from bringing out the mail. I walked in the front door. And from across the room. He opened his arms to me. I accepted the invitation. I crawled up into his arms. And joined him in his hospital bed. He said to me, "I just want to hold you". And we both cried. This was my moment. My moment with my daddy. And a moment I'll remember forever. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Send Me On Our Way.
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what lala thinks: The Darkness
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My online journal. A record of my insanities and inspirations. The blackness swirls around me. And plays with the colors of who I am. It threatens to take over. Eliminating all that's beautiful. But I move with it. I welcome the blackness;. To show the contrast of what truly exists inside of me;. The Uses of Sorrow. Someone I loved once gave me. A box of darkness. It took me years to understand. That this, too, was a gift. Send Me On Our Way.
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what lala thinks: October 2014
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My online journal. A record of my insanities and inspirations. A sliver of silver. Yikes, its been a while since i've blogged. Felt the need to ramble a little bit tonight, so here i am. Life without my dad continues to be interesting. Living in a world without him in it for the first time in 35 years hasn't been easy. The silver lining to my saddness is the topic of my blog tonight. I promised myself that I'd quit smoking - I'm still working on this one. I promised myself a lower number when climbing on...
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what lala thinks: October 2013
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My online journal. A record of my insanities and inspirations. The blackness swirls around me. And plays with the colors of who I am. It threatens to take over. Eliminating all that's beautiful. But I move with it. I welcome the blackness;. To show the contrast of what truly exists inside of me;. The Uses of Sorrow. Someone I loved once gave me. A box of darkness. It took me years to understand. That this, too, was a gift. I'm at a time in my life. Where letting go seems to be the theme.
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what lala thinks: April 2012
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My online journal. A record of my insanities and inspirations. ME - my angry rap song. With my jet black hair. With your buggy blue eyes. I shoulda told you long ago. If you cant handle MY heat. Get yo ass out the kitchen. You talk so sweet. And touch me the way you do. You made me melt. I left my wet all over you. With my navy blue eyes. And sweet patchouli scent. With your beer guzzling. It all disgusts me now. And the pictures of you and Nikki? Fuck you, asshole! Makes me sicky sicky. I see the good.
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what lala thinks: September 2013
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My online journal. A record of my insanities and inspirations. She stands as straight as she can. Similar to a twisted tree trunk rooted in the earth. But weathered from the elements of life and world. She feels her roots seeking nourishment. She prays for and craves the healing and cleansing water from the sky. A few drops fall occasionally upon her leaves and boney branches. The bark of her skin soak up what it can. But not enough falls to penetrate the earth that keeps her planted. She takes a breath.
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what lala thinks: September 2011
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My online journal. A record of my insanities and inspirations. I've dreamed of you. And less than a week ago you slipped through my finger tips. Before i even knew you were there. I wasn't planning for you. And i was afraid. So i don't blame you for leaving. Although it's probably for the best. I will continue to dream of you. I will continue to love you. And i pray that maybe. We might have the chance to meet. A few words that describe the power of the Weeping Willow Tree:. This is my most favorite tree.
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