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Q journal entry 7/31/04

This is the letter I just sent to Ashland, OR Chief of Police Michael Bianca: "My name is Sean Nelson. Like you, I believe that the police should be...

Perfect Place

Perfect Place I wish I could catch the perfect moment, That perfect way that you hold yourself. Yeah I wish I could stay in that perfect place,...

Citizen Steak

This is dedicated to King George II.

Was I Dating An Alien?

After a brain scan test reveals that he's having a sexual thought every forty seconds, a sailor wonders just wait kind of woman he spent the last two weeks with.

Lawrence Land

Visiting the East Midlands

The Joy of Text

Premium rate date texts.

Magic Button

I was just after a job, desperate for some money. So I signed up with the local callcentre, went through weeks of training, until finally I was...

"face-soul"

distant light flickers over the white foaming crashing waves that kiss the shore's voluptuous shoreline. endless timeless as is this love for us. your face, i yearn to touch as souls caress the face-soul of the other. i seek your smile amongst the peebles on the shore. shining brightly, our upturned faces upon each small stone, as it reflects its reflection. weep for me, weep oceans for me as i cry and create the atlantic for you and i. come inside our droplet, be still and listen allow it to pull us ever closer; suddenly drowning in the holiest of water. the bowl the inverted bowl so very blue and and so very beautiful Ah! now you see the Face. Touch her. T. Imaan Tretchicovmanicova

solace and the redundant

You are the dream the ultimate surrender the quickening of my heartbeat the soul sucking deliverance to ultimate abandon

Nothing

Nothing It always seemed so hollow, It always seemed so frail. In the fullness of time decay sets in, Breaking the mould again. It always seemed so...

Beyond Claire

How Claire comes to know herself...

journal entry 7/30/04

We're about to set off on an adventure.

"the noisy noise"

the noisy noise is from the boys who...

What remains&;#063;

What Remains? What remains after the words were spoken? What was better left unsaid? Seems like a thousand times, I've felt this way. A thousand...

Bright Future for No Hopers

No Hope in New Jersey play Manchester's Roadhouse

K journal entry 7/14

note: on this day, ABC's servers were down so I posted on lit.org.

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