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[Eden] writes with a brutal honesty that sometimes astounds me. Her writing is a mixture of high quality erotica and random, everyday ramblings. And a photo gallery for those of you too lazy to read...

[Lorcan] Bisexual poet who suffers from bipoler disorder. Whats not to love?

[Adam] Eloquent beyond the confines of words. Recommended only for those with precocious lexicons.

[Jessica(?)] Typical premises, yes. Typical entries and thoughts: definetly not.

[Deanna] Catchy pictures. Simple layout. And entries revolving entirely about sex.

When a child first catches adults out-when it first walks into his grave little head that adults do not have divine intelligence, that their judgments are not always wise, their thinking true, their sentences just-his world falls into panic desolation. The gods are fallen and all safety gone. And there is one sure thing about the fall of the gods: they do not fall a little; they crash and shatter or sink deeply into green muck. It is a tedious job to build them up again; they never quite shine. And the child's world is never quite whole again. It is an aching kind of growing.
a;slkJohn Steinbeck, East of Eden

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Thursday, July 22, 2004
Is this Pomo?

I decided to fuck profoundness, importance and meaningfulness.  I decided that isn't the proper way to live.

I've spent so much of these past few years searching for some infallible truthes only to find myself surrounded by all of the dull day-to-day stuff that makes me human.  Waking up.  Eating.  Socialising.  Bathing.  Small talk.  This is a life time of small talk.  This is nothing great.  Nothing that will be written in the history books.  And I've got to learn to enjoy that.  And I kind of am, despite how this sounds.

But it isn't bad, no no.  Embracing tackiness and kitsch will be fun.  I think I'll dye my hair a bright and gaudy red.  A la Lola Rennt.  The kind of dye-job that isn't about the color so much as the look at me vibe it gives off. 

I will become gregarious and amiable.  I'll stop wondering off when I'm with friends.

I'll become the life of the party.  Maybe a drug addict while I'm at it...just to spice things up. 

I will make my life a celebration of tedium and cliches.  Long live meaninglessness!

I dreamt:

I asked David, very tentatively, was it his mother that did things to him?  It had something to do with his Mormon (dreamworld) faith, and although it bothered me it was no issue to him.

He said, no, thats disgusting!

He said, I do things my father of course.

That way we don't have to worry about pregnancy.

Posted at 22.7.04 by brevity

Icarus
July 22, 2004   11:29 AM PDT
 
oh holy mother of fuck! how did you find that out?! Actually he WAS the mayor of Newbridge (our town) which is the biggest and wealthiest town in our county (Kildare).

Very impressive Cathy, way to go. So indulge me, how didja find that one out? google.ie or something?
 

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