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This is my blogchalk: United States, GEORGIA, ATLANTA, FULL OF HOUSES, English, SECRET, Female, 26-30, WRITING, PHOTOGRAPHY. Writing breaks open the vaults of the dead and the skies behind which the prophesying angels hide. - sylvia.plath
Nobody's creepy from the inside, Hazel. Some of them are sad, and some of them hurt, and some of them think they're the only real thing in the world. But they're not creepy. - Death
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Our existence deforms the universe. That's responsibility. -Delirium2006-03-10 - 1:08 p.m. You drunken bastard, you moved and took 1984 with you. A note of amusement was last night when Seth was rocking in the chair and said, "The least we can do is admit that we're drug addicts. I know I'm a pothead from hell." To which I said, "Except for the fact that you have no commitment, so I don't know how you can be an addict." To which he replied, "Well, I just switch my focus, you know? I like to spread the love around." At which point the conversation became so absurd and obscured by smoke that I had to make my way to the laugh couch and sit down.
ulterior motives - fortune telling
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