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Journal, Diary, & Blogging / Being A Girl
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It surprises me every time. I am pretty strong, have been an athlete, mostly a ski racer. Man you wouldn’t believe the muscles in my legs. Still don’t have an ass though... I am not real girlie either. I mean, sure I like nice close and I do wear make-up. Yet when I am at the mountain I really don’t shower. I don’t put the make-up on. I love to piss outside. My fantasies are all in terms of cave-people. When I flirt, inexplicably, my language becomes rough. I even sit like a dude when I want ...
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Journal, Diary, & Blogging / My Cousin
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4 Reviews   9 Comments
My cousin Tamara was always somebody who I looked up to, even if she put mustard on her french fries. That was my first memory of her. We were at the ski house and I must have been around the age of three. Tamara had spent a few years out west, living, skiing, (snorting), who knows what else. She must have been in her late twenties by the time she came back, and yes she is my first cousin. She was down in the main lodge and we had to meet up with her. There she was, my beautiful, blonde, big ...
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Journal, Diary, & Blogging / Exploding Hippies (a letter)
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9 Reviews   12 Comments
Dear Pedro, I am writing you another letter because I haven’t got much else to do. I didn’t go skiing today because of the rain and the warm weather. (I can’t bear to see the mountain in this state!) So I have just been hanging out all day, reading that Janis Joplin book and listening to music. Because I have hardly moved today I thought that I ought to go for a walk around the meadows. I took my ipod and you know what those kinds of actions can lead to… they only ever lead to thought. As I r...
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Poetry / Not Quite Asleep
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5 Reviews   8 Comments
Lay there, not quite asleep- Don’t forget to breath deep eyes closed, tight- against an itchy red beard. Feels good when lips press softly against an eyebrow- A sleepy, gentle, intoxicated kiss like a dream.
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Poetry / Night
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Lay there, not quite asleep- Don’t forget to breath deep eyes closed, tight- against an itchy red beard. Feels good when lips press softly against an eyebrow- A sleepy, gentle, intoxicated kiss like a dream.
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3 Reviews   1 Comment
If I had talent I’ll tell you what I’d play. I’d play blues I’d sing real I’d sing real low down- move around the stage the way it feels you should. I’d swing my blonde curls like Janis did. I’d play it real. I’d sing the blues.
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Journal, Diary, & Blogging / Ask me about Cocaine
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15 Reviews   32 Comments
A lot of People have been asking me… I am all wet from my shower so my hair is dripping smudges onto the page. I pretty much never lie. It isn’t because I possess some great morality or anything so much as it’s due to the fact that lying doesn’t occur to me. I don’t realize when maybe I should not be telling the truth. I am sure that it is because my brain is under-developed, but whatever, it makes me an open book and people like open books. So when people ask me about cocaine I tell them wha...
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Journal, Diary, & Blogging / People keep asking me about...
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A lot of People have been asking me… I am all wet from my shower so my hair is dripping smudges onto the page. I pretty much never lie. It isn’t because I possess some great morality or anything so much as it’s due to the fact that lying doesn’t occur to me. I don’t realize when maybe I should not be telling the truth. I am sure that it is because my brain is under-developed, but whatever, it makes me an open book and people like open books. So when people ask me about cocaine I tell them wha...
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5 Reviews   4 Comments
Defend me with your wicked tone. I know, now that I was never destined to be alone. It was you or someone just like you that was sent to guide me. Sent to rescue me and deprive me. Withhold all your thoughts disturb me with your actions. I can find another who will pick up your undesirable behaviors. I like the mean ones that just don’t care. the ones that drink all day and never say anything nice, but still defend me with that wicked tone of voice.
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Poetry / All used up
Version 2
4 Reviews   10 Comments
You faded fast Out of sight At last Left no gift for all of man-kind like you said you would. Always were a damn liar. Cocaine, you'd never guess. Running past every dream you ever had. A pack of us in the city- I remember, one night. The curiosity of the the wild things ahead overwhelming us all. Thought we were Gods and Kings. Belived we were the next group. Artists and writers, even hangers-on tromping about. Remove the hat. That damned pretentous thing. Any weapons? He asked. I geuss it w...
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