you know of who I speak

Most fucked up thing of the day: seeing the lovely Pro-Anorexia community, complete with a jack ass post about how someone wants to be as thin as a House Elf. Gods above, I hope that was just a nicely twisted joke. The whoel thing is rather creepy, a combination of people with genuine sadness, and that moronic brand of folk who write as if they've learned language from AOL chatrooms.

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Just found another one of those weird, random, "Someone likes you!" pieces of email. Who did that? And did you really believe it was genuine? I thought all those things were email collection bins for the internet demons.

many short pieces of living

Listening to Remy Zero and licking cake batter off my fork, with all the windows open, and the stereo up to cover the sound of the washing machine, which means I may miss the timer on the stove, so I've got to pay attention, but the sky is beautiful and blue and I can't believe it but I have become the one that's older now...

as the earth swung
this golden hum
seemed to wash over me
as the bells ring
I heard you sing
and call me out to see
and you said how did you know?