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Just because we like doesnt mean we wont kick your shins
http://frigg.blogspot.com/2005/11/brand-new-day-or-where-fuck-did-it-all.html
The Lovely Miss May. Saturday, November 12, 2005 :. A Brand New Day, Or "Where the fuck did it all go? So as many of you may well know, flickr fucked me out of my photo hosting. I kicked around the idea of a new photo host, and probably will still get one,. But I thought that this was a dandy opportunity to say FUCK the friGG and wipe it all out. But not to give the past the finger, I thought I'd offer a brief refresher course for everyone. A bit of crashcourse for the newbies and a flashback for. I spen...
frigg.blogspot.com
Just because we like doesnt mean we wont kick your shins
http://frigg.blogspot.com/2005/11/sometimes-its-just-too-good-not-to.html
The Lovely Miss May. Wednesday, November 30, 2005 :. Sometimes its just too good not to share, OR I'll bet you wish you knew what the fuck this was all about. You make me splendiferous. You should buy a villa. In the south of france. Someday I will dance the. Dance ofa drunken fat-kid. You = Nifty. If I saw. You now I'd wonder how the hell you got in my room. I would build a pillow fort just for you. I would. Get your name tattooed on my scalp. If I could sing. Ya-shua, bastard son of doG.
frigg.blogspot.com
Just because we like doesnt mean we wont kick your shins
http://frigg.blogspot.com/2006/02/emo-hair-is-out.html
The Lovely Miss May. Saturday, February 18, 2006 :. Emo Hair is out. And so are hipster beards. but here I am, growing a grizzly adams and hiding behind my grandaddy albums. Little to nothing is cooler than being some kinda wannabe online elitist. *sigh*. Today was that day at work where, despite liking my job, despite listening to not the radio, but *gasp* my own playlist, I still left the store wishing for nothing more than the video store to burn down. I just didnt want to go back. The friGG 2:07 AM .
frigg.blogspot.com
Just because we like doesnt mean we wont kick your shins
http://frigg.blogspot.com/2006/01/hello-frigglings-new-and-up-to-date.html
The Lovely Miss May. Thursday, January 19, 2006 :. A new and up to date Lynched Munkey. Is available FREE. What up Mr. friGG? The Lynched Munkey 7:22 PM . Did you ever get that goddammed title? I sent it with a return receipt right at the beginning of January. so please, PLEASE let me know if you got it cause I'm starting to worry and I SWEAR I'm gonna SCREAM if you guys still don't have it. Anyway. Hi. How are you?
chefofwords.blogspot.com
..::Chef::of::Words::..: The Year of the Flame
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Chef: of: Words: . Random writings transcribed to digital: . The Year of the Flame. The current of this life is flowing faster than I can move. My limbs are heavy and burning, my mouth and nose sting. With the caustic, gagging taste of brine or blood. I feel my shoulders dipping lower and. The waves crash with maddening impatience, pushing and pushing. The black water trying to expel me and engulf me at once. From my 60th storey ledge I can see my future. Noise, dirt, pain and smothering claustrophobia.
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..::Chef::of::Words::..: Thoughts of a Self-Made Insomniac
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Chef: of: Words: . Random writings transcribed to digital: . Thoughts of a Self-Made Insomniac. What do you do when television stops lulling you to sleep? A new way to loose weight without diet, exercise or pills? It cuts an egg 57 different ways? And you can go water skiing with it? Posted by Justin at 3:28 AM. This Blog Best Viewed with Mozilla Firefox. Hillsboro, Oregon, United States. View my complete profile. Other Blogs by Me. Transmissions from the Satellite Heart. The Child He Made Me.
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..::Chef::of::Words::..: On the Street, In the River
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Chef: of: Words: . Random writings transcribed to digital: . On the Street, In the River. Among the crossfire of walking traffic I watch our paths. Darting between, ducking around, flooding each other. We see a hundred faces a day, a hundred snowflakes, a hundred paintings. And we don't' make eye contact,. And we don't speak. On the street, in the river I feel a pulse. I hear a sustained tone like the fading of a church bell. Like the ringing in my ears. A brief touch and then it's gone. Other Blogs by Me.
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..::Chef::of::Words::..: Retaliation
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Chef: of: Words: . Random writings transcribed to digital: . Hot words like torches,. Spoken like darts, cutting ties that bind us. Releasing tension from you. By cutting you with paper. And poisoning you with ink. Feel the fever force of my hand. As it carves these last lines. Posted by Justin at 2:18 AM. This Blog Best Viewed with Mozilla Firefox. Hillsboro, Oregon, United States. View my complete profile. Other Blogs by Me. Transmissions from the Satellite Heart.
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..::Chef::of::Words::..: Time Bombs
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Chef: of: Words: . Random writings transcribed to digital: . What is your secret power over me? I am a punching bag. Why, although the blood still seeps from me. Do I reject the bandage of acceptance? Do I carry the seed of denial? Everything you feel is proof you still love her. Every hurt, every wrong can be blotted out by:. Three Moments of False Hope. I'll carry a snapshot of me at my most broken. To reference on that day I see you again. And want to dive into you familiarity. Good for brief romances,.
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..::Chef::of::Words::..: The Lovers Lost to the Mind
http://chefofwords.blogspot.com/2005/03/lovers-lost-to-mind.html
Chef: of: Words: . Random writings transcribed to digital: . The Lovers Lost to the Mind. The human mind is a funny thing. Not something I would consider hysterical or funny in that what's that funny smell? But what, you might ask, does this have to do with memory loss? I though of my disappearing memories as pieces of history being erased. Indeed, how would those events be preserved if there were no one left to remember them? And if so; Is it ok? Posted by Justin at 12:10 AM. View my complete profile.
