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Wallow in the spite of my synapses. Shovel through the thick thrush of rhetoric syrup and post-mundanity with a fecund dire of loquaciousness. Hail to the caustically imbued verbose,. Swollen and bloated with the presumption and eventuality of nothingness;. Artifice is the pre-requisite of reality and its vengeful antithesis. Sunday, August 22, 2004. What is worth reporting? A myriad of activities, events, various tiers of non-importance clogging the windpipe of opportunity and reason? Dvd with her. ...
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Wallow in the spite of my synapses. Shovel through the thick thrush of rhetoric syrup and post-mundanity with a fecund dire of loquaciousness. Hail to the caustically imbued verbose,. Swollen and bloated with the presumption and eventuality of nothingness;. Artifice is the pre-requisite of reality and its vengeful antithesis. Saturday, January 01, 2005. People Can Fly Project. Whats left . . .
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Wallow in the spite of my synapses. Shovel through the thick thrush of rhetoric syrup and post-mundanity with a fecund dire of loquaciousness. Hail to the caustically imbued verbose,. Swollen and bloated with the presumption and eventuality of nothingness;. Artifice is the pre-requisite of reality and its vengeful antithesis. Monday, June 28, 2004. Just had momentous welcome for poor Dawn today. A few of the scattered sheaths pulled together forming a mosaic shard of today's afternoon. To Italy here we go.
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March | 2004 | The Vix files (pre 2011)
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The Vix files (pre 2011). Archive March, 2004. Tryıng to type ın an update on a turkısh keyboard ıs hellısh! The i’s are ın a dıfferent place. punctuatıon ıs totally off. As such…updates when ı’m back. Later ‘gaters…. This content is password protected. To view it please enter your password below:. Bought a new cosmetic pouch for use in my handbag (it’s red! Transferred all my stuff into it and it fit so nicely and neatly. A big RED leak. Realised she was kinda right. Wallet – red. Mobile – red. Or poor ...
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Wallow in the spite of my synapses. Shovel through the thick thrush of rhetoric syrup and post-mundanity with a fecund dire of loquaciousness. Hail to the caustically imbued verbose,. Swollen and bloated with the presumption and eventuality of nothingness;. Artifice is the pre-requisite of reality and its vengeful antithesis. Friday, March 25, 2005. What do you call yourself? Is it, therefore, an intellectually conceived perception of the perception of oneself? How about that. For an entry. Sipping Douba...
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Wallow in the spite of my synapses. Shovel through the thick thrush of rhetoric syrup and post-mundanity with a fecund dire of loquaciousness. Hail to the caustically imbued verbose,. Swollen and bloated with the presumption and eventuality of nothingness;. Artifice is the pre-requisite of reality and its vengeful antithesis. Tuesday, December 02, 2003. I'm in love with a play. How screwed up can that get? Oh my gosh, what a play it exudes. More when I have recovered from my booze nights.
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Daffy's Ramblings: Sleepless memory of sleeping touch
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If you ramble and no one hears you, yodel. Saturday, November 29, 2014. Sleepless memory of sleeping touch. Can't sleep again. The anxiousness has diminished over the week, though, so at least it hasn't become a chronic motor habit as I previously feared. But the mind still won't shut up when it's too quiet and cool in the room. Was it really less than 2 weeks ago? Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. Sleepless memory of sleeping touch. Sketches of a younger heart. At the bus stop.
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Daffy's Ramblings: Futility
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If you ramble and no one hears you, yodel. Friday, March 18, 2011. I want many things. I want to take back the wasted years. I want him to give a damn about what he did to me when we ended. I want to grab him by the collar, shake hard and demand, "How COULD you? I want him to feel as cheated as I did. I want my current discontent to have died when my feelings for him died those years ago. I want to be able to feel without fear. I want hope to stop wearing away. Too many questions, too little answers.
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Daffy's Ramblings: Water-logged blues
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If you ramble and no one hears you, yodel. Saturday, February 26, 2011. The rain came back to Mother Earth in an unrelenting crystal curtain - water never forgets who it is beholden to. Wayward dancing shards momentarily defied the confines of gravity and flew horizontally under the canopy, before smugly hugging its target surface: my freshly made-up face. And my new shoes. As I blessed the phone with my richest expletive, a soccer ball, apparently also trying to defy the laws of physics, zipped past my ...
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Daffy's Ramblings: The Single Person's Guide to Chinese New Year
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If you ramble and no one hears you, yodel. Sunday, January 22, 2012. The Single Person's Guide to Chinese New Year. Gong Hei Fatt Choy! For all the grief a single person gets at CNY, the ang baos. Red packets) are but a trifle compensation for having to endure awkward, unanswerable questions from relatives and family friends who can't remember your non-childhood-nickname name, how old you are, and whether you've left school. I haven't met the right person yet. I'm not ready to give up my freedom. With hi...
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