Saturday, December 11th, 2004
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9:07 pm - We're back...
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Mr. Doodles and I are back. Unfortunately, he and Lady Lady have had to break up. Tear. Here's the poem devoted to this relationship:
Renegade. Rendezvous.
Rickety dreams.
Torn spouts.
Silver cigarettes.
Litter's spin.
Gentle robin.
Tin pug.
Lotion show.
Nipple glean.
These are the memories
from me to you.
These are the letters
of our solid glue.
Where does the divide begin?
When can it end?
Will there be a start?
To delete our break?
My soul is sinking
and you are above.
To watch. To wait.
To sleep. To hate.
Glowing sorrow.
Running steam.
Renegade. Rendezvous.
-Lane Crandep (Check out her new book! It full of gems like these!)
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Wednesday, May 19th, 2004
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7:29 pm - Updateasaurus
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I haven't updated for real in sooo long... but I have some very very sad news... Mr. Doodles is SICK!! I took him to the vet yesterday and he had to spend the night. I am soo sooo upset. I blame it on the move. Some animals don't handle change well.
current mood:  anxious
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Tuesday, May 18th, 2004
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4:40 pm - Long time no poem
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Here's a quickie:
"Ode to Mr. Doodles"
If I were to dust the sky with rose petals
your name would be written there.
current mood:  sad
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Tuesday, May 11th, 2004
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3:14 am - GGGGGGGooooodddddd poems
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Children of mine
wherefore art thou?
have you come to my heart
or cried in my sea
the pathways are petals
and black eyelids
near pearls of bright tea
and sunlit beams
you light my earnest
ears and touch my
fervent feet
children of mine
for sooth are thou teninbaums
and lipids of ghoul
and needled supreme.
-Grantel
current mood:  uncomfortable
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Sunday, May 9th, 2004
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2:06 am - Distraught
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1:09 am - Another HOT poem- I love discovering up and coming artists
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heart nog
is from you to me
it is the one of us
beneath the cherry tree
sun tree
beneath the air
is from us
to him
beneath the stairs
dance lick
in the bed
of night's
grace
lift power
in a great prowl
the pawn of liquer
the stain of town
he met me and we ran
-Lortimer Ramery
current mood:  rushed
current music: La Belle et le bad boy
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Friday, May 7th, 2004
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2:13 pm
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Dashing through the snow in a one horse open sleigh.
O'er the fields we go, laughing all the way.
Jingle Bells!
Give me a jingle.
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Wednesday, May 5th, 2004
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9:37 pm
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Laundry.
Doodles is playing with my sock balls on the floor.
I have to work sooo early tomorrow morning.
Well, that's it.
current mood:  flirty
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Tuesday, May 4th, 2004
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3:56 pm
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It's all a sham. Especially the part about pheramones. They do NOT exist. And Brita water filters are FAKE.
Rage against the above LIES!!! Revolt and do not give into the science mumbo jumbo.
Also, Kant didn't really believe his OWN theories. (Okay, I just made that one up)
i hate kant...
Mr. Doodles ate/tore all my paper plates so now I have to use my hidden paper towels. Grrr.
current mood:  pensive
current music: LionKingsoundtrackallthewaybaby(Wahoo,throwbackto4thgrade)
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Monday, May 3rd, 2004
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9:20 pm
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Today, I saw a bicycle built for two. The person in the back had an umbrella, but Mr. Doodles called it a bumbershoot. People didn't believe him that it was a word. I promise it is.
I bought sheets on ebay. (see entry below about my new hobby)
They are being shipped soon. One set has vines, another is sky blue with yellow polka dots. They're hot.
Bueno, yo necesito dormir porque tendre que trabajar en la manana y estoy cansada.
Adios.
current mood:  drained
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Sunday, May 2nd, 2004
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12:39 pm
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Welcome All to HELLLLLL.
So Busy.
No Time for Sleep.
I forgot to feed Mr. Doodles yesterday. He is so angry at me.
Today, I have to suffer under millions of books.
Next week= work
Unwind time:
Went out spontaneously on Fri and had plans on Sat. Fri was better than Sat. The weather was much better, the company was better, and everything worked out better b/c we had no plans so there was nothing to fail.
The boys taught me how to play Halo. I sucked it up.
that's it y'all. (throwback to my southern roots)
current mood:  devious
current music: Whatcha talkin about? I don't hear no music
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Friday, April 30th, 2004
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12:46 pm - Where I've been...
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Thursday, April 29th, 2004
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9:11 pm
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Going w/ friends to dinner soon. I know it's really late, but Mr. Doodles and I had to go on a walk. You don't see too many people walking their cats down the street. He has a leash... it's actually more of a harness. Anyway, life is hectic. But stay tuned for more "good" poetry and songs... and Mr. Doodles updates.
current mood:  busy
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Monday, April 26th, 2004
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1:33 am
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1:30 am
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1:27 am
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1:19 am
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Another great poem: lyrics to a song that I writing
Title: Slip and Slide
You throw darts in my heart
No, don't cry
Spend miles in me
and don't say a word.
Hey Hey, you know the way
Hey Hey, you know why
Darkness doesn't bleed
when you are near me
so let's spend forever
inside
Hey Hey, you know the way
Hey Hey, you know why
Follow my bleeding nails
and join the slip and slide
current mood:  chipper
current music: Slip and Slide- check it out
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Saturday, April 24th, 2004
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11:43 pm
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I bought popsicles for consumption at the hair braiding party. I know, my friends are weird, but it was Caribbean style. My gum fell out in Meal worm's hair and we tried to remove it with oatmeal, but the peanut butter wouldn't work. Oh well, good thing I can cut hair.
See you later!
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Thursday, April 22nd, 2004
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4:16 pm
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12:20 am - Top Notch poems written here
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My poor life
I'm so jaded
I live in a black pool
It is really sad
Slit my wrists
Please save me
Oozing blood
Die o die
Woe is me
My heart cries tears of blood
And I am rolling in a cesspool of sadness
Gliding on a cloud of hell's smoke
-by Samuel J. Stousehnhaus
*Just a treat for all you who love good poetry*
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melancholy