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Lyx & more licks
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Lyx and more licks. Friday, December 06, 2002. This love is real. I was so scattered and fearful, burning with lust and expansion. I went through a love that bagged down and bullied me. A ghost of a love weary with aged over-rehearsed speeches,. Calculated knock-knocks (knock- knocks.). On whatever door might open- I opened it,. Exhausted from the noisy rthymn of a solem fist pounding. This love is real-. I was ripe with excitement! I bruised myself in a panic. Crows began to chatter their daily warnings.
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Lyx & more licks
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Lyx and more licks. Tuesday, May 13, 2003. Do you know, Do you know,. Do you know what love is? Is it the quick burned fire of desire. A bonfire that burns itself so high that it dies. Is it that which is justified by the eyes. Maybe it's the breath of our innermost. Maybe it's the mo(u)rnings joined on seperate coasts. In spite of seperation. Like the rapture of a fully undersexed embrace. Is it when we no longer seek the change? Is it when the mind and the sex have the same name? I think it's the?
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Lyx & more licks
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Lyx and more licks. Tuesday, October 22, 2002. MONTH OF TRICKERY now august that year was the month of trickery with long and sour spaces bewitching me leaving me up in the air with no space for my wings or down in the rock trying to make sense of things. I had driven the lines, watched the roads turn pink spent days in a haze with too much time to think dropped blotter and swam in the water by myself or with my brother in my arms we spoke open for the health. Posted by starrsucka' at 3:48 AM. Blood bega...
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Camillia
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Saturday, September 27, 2003. To have half the nerve to. Peel off the shit tossed. Walking in circles at a loss. A mind to wit ways in and out. Finding ourselves in absolute doubt. Sure of just one thing. What's inside- too lost to find. A maze of a mind. The real fucked up kind. Promises we can break again. Words wearing paper thin. Just like old friends. Who have broken the trust. Bruised their own hearts. Egged on foul starts. Played the divas end. Just like masters disclaimer strings. One of the same.
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Camillia
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Wednesday, December 18, 2002. Aah livin' the wakin' dream. I see it everywhere. Now's the time to share and bare. Our heart of hearts upon our sleeves. As we celebrate and grieve these strange days. We've conjoured into being. As our strangest dreams come true. Us cats seeing the moments through-. Tales of Sarah Shankhini and Nelly Furtado. Fusing musical waves are in the air. In true C.R fashion, the video shoot for 'Wonder'. Was shot on the drive and now lives somewhere. ROCK videos it seems. It's you ...
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Camillia
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Tuesday, November 26, 2002. Hi Milli. It's Les. Hacked your blog . testing to see if this thing still works. Remove this once you get back in so I'll know that your problem is fixed. I miss you, kid. No removing, let's add it up. Sum cat took over this backwater site temporarily, and Les (my mang) helped out with matters. I've been unplugged for a long duration, and enjoying. Commercial drives chapters as of late. Very inspiring, especially as we will be shooting a video for. Mama Mister Beyoutoofull soon.
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Camillia
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Wednesday, March 17, 2004. You can read and pick apart over and over again. Rabbit the rambler wrangled out weird words. Scrolled through paragraphs from beginning to end. Ah, tis true, the hunter trapped you in her net. Repeatedly read over those prose you've come to regret. What's interesting is the riddle. And the rythmn of the rhyme. Run-on lines travelling at superwit time. Seekers of the sublime ravelling for something profound. Microcombing through the shit. Searching for the slickest of sounds.
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No ManBitch Am I, Run of the mind and monologues.
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No ManBitch Am I, Run of the mind and monologues. Begins in your livingroom". 1984 Chair to The Black Woman's Association of Alberta. Black Angel of Boyle Street". Run of the mind and monologues, to reveal and celebrate the survival of a man in the face of simple unholy bullshit and the insidious simplicity of the indignity of living however large it may appear. Friday, April 30, 2004. Shortly after that Fred vanished. I looked for him for a few weeks, but to no avail. My young friend was gone...Time ...
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No ManBitch Am I, Run of the mind and monologues.
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No ManBitch Am I, Run of the mind and monologues. Begins in your livingroom". 1984 Chair to The Black Woman's Association of Alberta. Black Angel of Boyle Street". Run of the mind and monologues, to reveal and celebrate the survival of a man in the face of simple unholy bullshit and the insidious simplicity of the indignity of living however large it may appear. Thursday, June 17, 2004. Well, the cats still have 'cabin fever'.all three of them. Food every 2 or 3 days since the fire. NoManBitch has a few ...
