:: miss me today ::

:: Thursday, November 22, 2001 ::

pardon me.

mist; gloomy,
listless.
rubbish fumes wafting from
the edge of the hulking shape,
termed the dumpster-
they begin their
steady path through
nose,
image of rotten food implanted.

you have no business being there,
denim jacket wrapped around
bag of bones,
only miraculously holding
a cigarette-

cut for time. the sunrise,
and like a vampire,
you retreat into
the darkness.
:: Desiree was irrelevant at 11:18 PM [+] ::
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the top entry
>>it was inspired by '97 bonnie and clyde, wasn't it?
i identify. wrote one of the genre too. it's good, the way the girl was trying to console her mother, and sounding so worried and innocent.
i think it was the atmosphere that made it great, the way you can almost hear her talking.
the bad thing about it is i don't really get what's happening, you know? when you edit it, try to make it a little clearer.:)

the one below
>>you're scaring me now. see, if it happens again, i advise you to see a doctor. things like that happen to me all the fricking time. like once i was at suntec city, and i just collapsed. i didn't faint - my legs just gave way, and i couldn't get up for about almost ten minutes. then i staggered, and i couldn't breathe. but thank god that lasted for only a few seconds, then my chest started to hurt really bad i was practically in tears.
little things we don't have any explanation for.
don't think about it, and it won't come back, that's my advice.
maybe garbage does that. heh. joking.
i hope you're okay, because i didn't see you online yesterday, and i must admit to being very very frightened now.

by the way. osama bin laden's a cancer.

:: Desiree was irrelevant at 6:20 PM [+] ::
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i just edited every single one of my poems. :)
they seem pretty adequate now, even the old lousy ones, so i shouldn't have a problem picking thirty or so out.
i'm definitely gonna pass up all the prose.
i dunno if i should give those that are violent, such a sadomasochist.
*wink*
:: Desiree was irrelevant at 8:23 PM [+] ::
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congratulate me!
i just wrote nice prose, whoopee.

:: Desiree was irrelevant at 6:00 AM [+] ::
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perhaps you won't call me Confused Croissant again.
bwaha!
i'm going to miss seeing you online.
still, look forward to seeing ya on monday.
[and for many days after that.]
we rock!
:: Desiree was irrelevant at 10:51 PM [+] ::
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this blog's getting a little dead, bah.
don't we all have anything to say?

:: Desiree was irrelevant at 8:59 PM [+] ::
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