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Call Me Ishmael: September 2007
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Saturday, September 29, 2007. He could smell Oklahoma again - the waft of warm buttery pancakes for breakfast, mama's flowery scent as she moved about the kitchen in a whirlwind of mania, freshly-picked daisies in a vase at the table, and the old, musky smell of his wooden porch. He could even hear grasshoppers bzzzing in the grass, rubbing their legs together with heated vigour. Absent-mindedly, not noticing the man's increasingly-loud breaths, the executioner placed the black cloth bag over his head.
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&__mise.en.garde //: September 2007
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In the true sense of the word, I've grown ugly. Saturday, September 29, 2007. Whats the point of writing something, of taking all this time and effort to create something, that people never look and never appreciate? Wednesday, September 26, 2007. Like so many other things, it did not matter. This was her brief but bittersweet victory. I made an explicit effort to post this at 11:11 but I missed it. x x. Img src: ACLU/American Civil Liberties Union, 1920 - Present.). Wednesday, September 19, 2007. Xenos ...
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&__mise.en.garde //: Stories and Scripts: Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil
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In the true sense of the word, I've grown ugly. Friday, January 25, 2008. Stories and Scripts: Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil. TITLE: AN EVENING IN MERCER HOUSE. Those chairs over there. (JIM gestures at the chairs in the left corner of the living room) The needlework on the covers is unraveling. New money would mend it right away. Old money would leave it as it is.' 'I know that,' I told him. Some of my best customers are old money.' (JIM laughs at his own joke). April 21, 2008 at 1:24 AM.
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Fяoм Tнε S н α d o ω s Of Tнε Lιмεlιgнт: Jibber Jabber Love
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In the process of being written. Posted by FluκεY т y я o. Hi, my-thought-my-word.blogspot.com! November 25, 2009 at 10:54 PM. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). FluκεY т y я o. View my complete profile. CAN YOU CREATE IT? BE BLIND TO A BLUEPRINT. AND RISE LIKE A LOW DENSITY LIQUID? Black like a sinner’s soul –. Its night time, And I’m walkin’. Reminiscing aromas - a tattle tale. Of a drunken man’s despair. Etching on slates of wonder –. My mind’s thunder. Musing the electric darkness. I can’t hide.
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Fяoм Tнε S н α d o ω s Of Tнε Lιмεlιgнт
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As the sun rises to its destiny the clouds and the skies. You see it wink and you wonder about the fireflies and. How they’re useless in the day because they’re lights we can’t see and. Their purpose goes astray and their freedom is free. For a momentary moment and. It creeps upon you like, sunshine upon the rainy day where. The rain hasn’t stopped so the water droplets dance in the rays and. You look out your window and close your eyes and. Twirling and twirling with the air ever so still because. BE BL...
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Fяoм Tнε S н α d o ω s Of Tнε Lιмεlιgнт: May 2008
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Au Revoir Les Enfants. Perhaps a bit exaggerated . but, oh well . One that should be, yes, however, it is all but that, even as the scenes swirl into the final moments of the film. In the end, you do feel a tug at your heartstrings though- so much so that you want to poke at your eye because you feel oh-so utterly horrible that you weren’t able to shed a tear during the film. Bring on the air raids! Bring on the . . . nothing? So show us the action! Posted by FluκεY т y я o. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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Fяoм Tнε S н α d o ω s Of Tнε Lιмεlιgнт: Lucid
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I wish it would rain some more. Pitter patter on the rivers. It’s a love galore. I wish it would rain some more. Drizzle down the heavens. 8216;Till they French kiss the shore. Just one day, it all transformed,. The sun and the moon. See, they both conformed. The stars shattered into shadows,. The earth surrendered,. Their words made her complete. A presence so worthy. Yet a touch so bittersweet. I wish it would rain some more. Soothe my soul with a lullaby that I adore. Posted by FluκεY т y я o. Pulling...
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&__mise.en.garde //: Memories of Murder: Six Feet Under
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In the true sense of the word, I've grown ugly. Friday, January 25, 2008. Memories of Murder: Six Feet Under. They took him out to the shrubs where they could hide while doing such a dishonest deed. Being rather unintelligent, Kwang-Ho would obviously refrain from denying these allegations. They forced a shovel into his hands and told him to dig. Look at you." Detective Cho Yong-gu utters with disgust. "Hey bastard, give me that! Can't you eve hold a shovel right? You punk. Did you come here to play?
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&__mise.en.garde //: Vultures
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In the true sense of the word, I've grown ugly. Friday, November 30, 2007. You all make me sick. You're disgusting plagues upon this earth, revolting enough to force a small animal run into oncoming traffic and do you know why? It's because you don't know how to read. Isn't that amusing? FluκεY т y я o. Perhaps their is a reason for their inability to read.can't really judge people if you don't know anything about them. January 18, 2008 at 9:05 AM. I'm right behind ya dayani! January 22, 2008 at 7:25 PM.
