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Coffin? I just think of the baby blue coffin at Gaga’s funeral. I hope my family gets me a nice one like that when i die.
» Posted By Alexandria On 08.19.2009 @ 5:01 pm
So many of the things I’m doing right now are optional. So why do I feel like they’re not? Maybe it’s because I know that if I don’t do these things I’ll be letting people down. ugh
» Posted By Alexandria On 08.19.2009 @ 7:51 am
i tiled the floor. i fucked it up. i’m running on hard tile. it’s cutting me. CUTTING MY FEET. hurting me. fuck the tile man, he did a horrible job. i’m tired. that’s kind of like tiled. tired, tired, tire. tile. ed. ed white. he was a fucking pervert. this is a weird thing.
» Posted By alexandria On 07.30.2009 @ 11:02 pm
When I was younger, people kept growing. Taller and taller they’d go, but never me. I wondered whether there was something wrong with me, but I figured I’d have my time.
I used to dream of stars, touching them, playing with them. Someday I’d be able to complete that dream, I hope. I would shoot above all the rest and then I’d be the one dancing with the stars.
» Posted By Alexandria On 07.21.2009 @ 10:32 am
“Do it! Do it now!” she screamed, “You must disconnect, before it’s too late!”
There was nothing I could do, I had to do it. I had to.
» Posted By alexandria On 04.14.2009 @ 8:05 pm
All masterpieces can be forgotten by time as quickly as they can be remembered. What matters is the kind of marketing and recognition that the masterpiece receives, especially by its creator. If da Vinci had locked his paintings away and never shown them to anyone, we would have no idea that he was creating such great things. By the same token, there may be hundreds of masterpieces lying around that we have no idea about.
» Posted By Alexandria On 01.01.1970 @ 12:00 am
The ideal of communion with the most high, a glorious experience deeply coveted by those who share the faith.
» Posted By alexandria On 12.07.2009 @ 8:13 am
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To give hope to give love and to give life. Giving is what gives life meaning and there is nio birth without giving. there is no creation without rebirth and destruction of what once came before. Poetry is the rebirth of misery in the form of wonder and mystery.
» Posted By Alexandria On 12.24.2009 @ 6:34 pm