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are there any musicians here from palm beach by chance? [11 Feb 2006|01:33pm]

xguhx
if so, respond and reply here.
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go here [11 Feb 2006|01:32pm]

xguhx
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Bibliomania [30 Dec 2004|01:54pm]

anchovie
We are hoarders, out class.
We like to think each volume is a spiderplant, or a begonia,
its greenery inside turning out, hanging gardens -
our bookshelves become our Babylon, -
making the whole room seem alive with growth and wisdom.
Books were never pearls, were never perfect.
We finger the spines occasionally in passing, stroke the dust off,
wonder why they have spines at all.
To lean like pretty girls inside their cases,
to hide inside their musty sleeves.


: Don't die, my pretties. Dynamite Money, I love you.
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[11 Sep 2003|03:42pm]

anchovie
Weinberg et al. (1994) found that one half of "homosexual" women--compared to one third of "homosexual" men--described their feelings as not exclusively homosexual. I also found that two thirds of self-identified lesbian women reported that 5% to 50% of their feelings of sexual attraction were toward men (Rust, 1992).
When boys get slim and girls forget about breasts and even pirates wear eyeliner, the division's bluured. Put on your own self-identified ivy-crown and marry yourself, make love to yourself staring fish-eyed at a mirror. Bonk and tickle and slap and fuck and shag cunt. Love is in a coffee-cup. Love is in the novel adapted too far from the original text to be true, and symbolism weaves into our own mythology so tight to tear them apart would be to rip us.
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Ethereality [19 Jun 2003|08:34pm]

anchovie
"Then take me disappearin' through the smoke rings of my mind
Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves
The haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beach
Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow
Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free
Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands
With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves
Let me forget about today until tomorrow.
"
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[16 Jun 2003|11:39am]

anchovie
What if someone aborted my soulmate?
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Bookends [16 Jun 2003|10:35pm]

farciot_eduart
[ mood | okay ]

I post here now because none of you do.


allforhighwaysdreamlightofscarcity

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Pay no attention [30 May 2003|11:44pm]

farciot_eduart
[ mood | ecstatic ]

Did you ever stop and wonder and think that maybe availability was the answer after all? That perhaps the obscurity did derive from a pinhole?

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Greetings [27 May 2003|03:26pm]

farciot_eduart
[ mood | tired ]

I was just searching who had Yukio Mishima in their interests and I find this little community. Hello to all. Looks EXCITING.

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[17 May 2003|08:19pm]

anchovie
A finger up to everyone mocking the suburbs. This is where I watch the rain dripping through the sun while I learn, inside the warm house.
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Chateuabriand [15 May 2003|07:24pm]

ztajujubeeparis
[ mood | grateful ]

Allo! Ok so I am in French Lit now and I'm reading "René" par Chateaubriand. If anyone wants to talk about it, that would be wonderful! I could sure use the practice! I'll talk in French or English, but preferably French so I can practice! :) I also have a good amount of other French Lit if you want to discuss those as I could use the review for that as well! Let me know! :)

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[14 May 2003|09:36pm]

stevewhite
her head was pregnant, and the city streets were arteries blown out of proportion. sixteen B U I L D I N G S were the fathers of the already impregnated fetuses and eight lakes stemmed through the city past ordinances that went right.

(stream of conciousness, im no TS eliot)

ps. thanks everyone for joining and posting. keep it up and tell your friends.
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[14 May 2003|09:09pm]

alphabetrequiem
I carry a city in my back pocket. Really, I don't know. It gather millions from all around and what it lacks in industry or some other domain that souls like me have a distaste for, it carries in ideas. These ideas I am sure can manifest whatever you want, no they do. Let's take a bulldozer to the tall skyscapers in a city near you, and beleive me this city in my pocket will survive thousands of years..and is large enough to cover miles. Regroup, Re-strategize.

Take the streets and proclaim the words we only thought we would never use.

(eh, i am not sure if this made sense. i only write by trains of thought.)
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Kick Out Some Jam [14 May 2003|04:37pm]

anchovie
[ mood | experimental ]

Ah, little fallen coin
now tarnished, an autumn leaf
we scuff the Queen's nose

We lick the sweet back
Of our monarch, her blue head
Begs for anarchy

Such deeds of respect
Are they honouring the dead?
Who cares, no-one sees
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[12 May 2003|08:16pm]

stevewhite
this community looks like shit now, but join it anyways mother effs.
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[12 May 2003|07:43pm]

stevewhite
i wanted to see if this works.
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