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Below are the 8 most recent journal entries recorded in speak_daggers' LiveJournal:

Monday, July 31st, 2006
8:11 pm
grunting and sweating under fardels
So, let's make the most of this beautiful day.
Since we're together we might as well say:
Would you be mine?
Could you be mine?
Rester avec moi toujours?

what i'll be doing for the next five months.

Intro to Psyc of Adjustment: 11-1150a
English II: 12-115p
Sociology of Sexuality and Society: 130-245p

Intro to Human Sexuality: 4-5:15p

Intro to Psyc of Adjustment:11-1150a
English II: 12-115p
Sociology of Sexuality and Society: 130-245p

Comparative Culture-Ethno-pop Music:1-240p
Intro to Human Sexuality: 4-5:15p

Intro to Psyc of Adjustment: 11-1150a
Friday, July 28th, 2006
11:49 pm
i've been looking for my baby, and i wonder...
where can he be?

i need to getittogether. i got a new planner... to write things down...

i'm so looking forward to our ersatz opium den, john.

Current Mood: waiting waiting...
Monday, July 24th, 2006
4:14 pm
let me decompose it for you
okay, you made me do this.
what can i say,
you have the power
to move me.

apparently, what i require to sustain my meaty machine:
300 mg effexor
200 watts of caffeine
150 lbs of teacake
...i cultivate my own awesome.

I just need to organize my life. I've luckily found a new jogging partner!! I need to get back into my exercise; it really lifts my mood. This aerobic hiatus has left me so weary.
I also need to clean my room. Sell my excess shit, throw the rest away.
I don't want anything. Just this laptop and a bag of necessities.

Current Mood: bored
Monday, March 27th, 2006
5:52 pm
you are a strange animal...
i miss you. and i want you.

and her.

Current Mood: drained
Thursday, March 16th, 2006
11:13 pm
underneath your clothes, there's an endless story
sell me a gram of sentiment

kissing hard or easy
a lovely offer
i'll barter for your eyes on mine

comparing unnoticed sirens with piercing inconsistency
the difference is the grey beneath your skin
i trace the dainty fissures with my finger
you illuminate the tv set
and hide my efforts in the shadow of your gaze

i wish you'd light me up like that
let me breathe through you
we'll ignore the world writhing around us
with its debris we'll papier mache our own

i'd trade you my life
if it would only mean something to you
Monday, March 6th, 2006
1:58 am
Wrong words that we have spoken
Little did we know.
No bigotry, No trears shed
Oh if only you'd try to be polite
thinking you were right
only to find that you're unkind
But ironically you will always be belle of the ball at least to me
i'm caught in the symmetry of your mind
But I'm not happier than you
But my words are frail, not audible
They do not even convince me
Perhaps they are untrue
Truly with you the worst is always true
I gave you all the benefits of all the doubts
I had never hoped to be as benign as me
Funny how you always get through
But ironically you will always be belle of the ball at least to me

Current Mood: crushed
Saturday, February 4th, 2006
5:30 pm
i'd cross my heart and hope to die but the needle's already in my eye
i like to make lists. and pretty things. let's see...
i've _____ with 6 people.
i've _____ 10 people.
i've been in _____ three times. or maybe only twice. perhaps, even, only once?
however, i don't really believe in _____. it's a categorical error.
i've had two _____ crushes.
i've seen _____ girl(s) naked.
i've seen _____ boy(s) naked.
i've been truly _____ by only one boy.
i'm ticklish only near my _____...
i get really turned on by _____, which I have to guess is rather unnatural for most humans.
i love it when people call me _____ ...
if you _____ me often for long periods of time i will be yours forever

Current Mood: blah
Sunday, January 29th, 2006
6:51 am
idly i smile at him
a boy spoke to me today that i haven't talked with in almost a year. our relationship consisted of sporadic bursts of intimacy and apathy, mingled with a slight but ever present adoration of the other. i miss that trademark boy of my highschool years, even if he did consistently disappoint me with his inconsistency.

all too often i have the most lucid visions of shattering my skull on the nearest window pane|cement wall| highway pavement|etc. these images dance about my brain with slug-like eloquence, the pickling an unforgiving process which discerns little. my endeavors have dulled. my conversations are quiet. beds make the most of me these days... i certainly don't make the most of them. my brain is cramping from a lack of intensity. short, bleak sentences are a symptom of SHITTINESS. healthy or bulimic.
empty : overwhelmed. passionate lifelessness: lifeless passion.
such sweet sorrow.

i've met a boy that
walks in beauty like the night.
and i would gladly give my life to him.

sometimes i get the feeling that i've bonded.
but then i feel dirty.
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