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this journal is public, BUT I do friends lock some stuff... I am the face of my buisness and being an artist excuses some of my moodiness and oddness, but some things should never be googleable, yes? and I like to know who's reading me [lurkers beware!] so add me if you want to follow along.
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naked underneath
outside pics at 10 pm? why the hell not?!
is anyone here anymore?
can you just let me know if you still read your lj?
can you just let me know if you still read your lj?
seeing the full sized version is pretty neat.
when I was in greenwood, maine I decided to eat lunch in a little clearing...
mmm sammich! nom nom. then I heard something behind me and freaked out. it was this random donkey. not in an enclosure. just there and like, " hey it seems like I should be the one to eat your carrot sticks..." I agreed.
so I had lunch with an honest to goodness ass.
entering greenwood city. ha!
hi Dr Dominic Fetus, you are clearly spam. please stop being hilarious with your Re:'s.
my love is getting hitched tomorrow!
its ...
its very right.
its ...
its very right.
She asked if I wanted paper or plastic like she was saying, “kill me, kill me please.” She looked so tired. Of her job, life and the world or maybe just because she wasn’t having a cig. I could smell the stale cigarette smoke coming off her in waves. Her bleached blond hair was yanked severely into a ponytail and her skin had the look of too many trips to the tanning salon. That orange leathery look. She’d make a good pair of loafers.