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first circle of the inferno
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are you drunk?
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devilmunchkin
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first circle of the inferno
Jul 2001
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you like that eh?
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devilmunchkin
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first circle of the inferno
Jul 2001
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are the homosexuality and watersports related?
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devilmunchkin
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first circle of the inferno
Jul 2001
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i thought he was a skier
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devilmunchkin
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first circle of the inferno
Jul 2001
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*got confused*
you think i can extend my bday celebration for a full week?
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devilmunchkin
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first circle of the inferno
Jul 2001
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hmmm...that is not good considering you are 28. have you ever thought of slowing down?
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David Floyd
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The bottom of a large bottle of beer
Jan 1970
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Slow down? Bah!
Speaking of which, you wanna get together again sometime before I head home?
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David Floyd
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The bottom of a large bottle of beer
Jan 1970
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Ya, home to Irving - I'm leaving next Wednesday.
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devilmunchkin
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first circle of the inferno
Jul 2001
time: 05:19
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hmm...i was under the impression. ah well. i dun matter i guess.
since this is my birthday thread...i guess i can recount a bit more in detail of my odd feelings...below is a good metaphorical picture of how i felt in the days surrounding my day. odd. i had no reason to feel so alone....as i could be in a room with millions of ones who might adore me...and still feel miles from anywhere or anyone. Time seemed to freeze yet drain the very life blood out of me to which i hold so dear these days. life seemed surreal, reflections of the past year...a horrid circus from which i still struggle to free myself from time to time...like a young butterfly whose coccoon isn't quite ready to give. Such things lie in the back of your mind...in your attic or under the basement stairs....peeking out at you with flaming eyes if you ever have to root around in those dank and abyssmal places doing chores. the mind takes alot of cleaning, alot of purging, alot of searching for artifacts covered with dark mold so you can toss them in green plastic garbage cans that you drag to the curb. And as they are your dark places and not anyone else's, they're special. No one can take them away; but certainly no one else can take them on, because they are your responsibility..whether something extraneous caused them or not. You have to seek the cobwebbed closets out to you can try and fill them with comforting light and perhaps some cozy pastel curtains. Yet part of you likes dwelling in that place of boxes and dust, perhaps only a harsh light bulb to illuminate the shadows and outlines of memories long since past. When you like these places too much, often times if becomes a task to wade back out around the cardboard boxes. The room almost seems to want to keep you, catching your limbs up in it's spider webs and no matter how many times the doorbell rings, you can't get out of your attic to answer it. but there is a necessity, just like here is a necessity...all part of the dreams and realities that i play out everyday.
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devilmunchkin
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first circle of the inferno
Jul 2001
time: 05:19
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me thinks you didn't understand what i wrote
but at least it got you to stop and look and take your jovial redevous to perhaps a more appropriate place...and think...
perhaps this is the last place your menage should be taking place. Here ......
out of sight out of mind
habituation occurs from repeated stimulus....one should become desensitized. But i'm not everyone.
YOu'll get better, you'll get better.......but not if i'm force fed the same rotting pieces of sludge over and over. I'll still throw it up, in attempt to clean and purify. One can't recover all the way when one is chased. Special daughters untainted by the smear of controversy have a better chance...that is my gift. Funny, on birthdays you receive...but i'm not everyone. APparently i give. And often what i feel that i receive is a constant pain....like a sinking ship. You're bailing water but no matter how fast you bail, the water keeps rushing in, it's white caps screaming "Hurry! HUrry!" Perhaps it tries to give you a little hope..make you keep going til you die of exhaustion.
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devilmunchkin
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first circle of the inferno
Jul 2001
time: 05:19
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as usual, you are smashed. well, when you're sober, you should perhaps sit down and think why i might be upset about your little ter-a-tet in the middle of my thread......why i wouldn't mind it being anyone else....and why i seriously don't trust the intentions of those behind it.
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