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a poetic retelling of an unfortunate seduction

frankly scarlett, i don't give a damn

Name:
stacastradomus
Birthdate:
30 January
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  • staacie daavis AIM status
i find all of the reason in the world to be happy.
i like math, cats, coffee, adrienne, lukifer, ballroom dancing, 80's, and techno.

then take me disappearing through the smoke rings of my mind, down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves, the haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beach, far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow. yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free, silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands, with all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves. let me forget about today until tomorrow.

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dora aka best kitty in the entire world


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some times when you're on, you're really fucking on.

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this is the first day of my life.

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the best friend and the boyfriend


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waffle house, 2003


click for a random deep thought

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plus c’est la même chose, plus ça change

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why can't we let our mouths devour each other? why can't we turn those miles into inches,letters into breath, years into seconds? (we always said we'd return to the candy coated jungle.) we always said that we would return to see what kind of orchird our heart seeds grew. I know where the canaries go. I know where the crows go. so pick up the fucking phone. I sent you a letter just the other day, my friend, it said, "tonight my body is crucified across the carcus that our love grew. tonight black feathers float from the sky like it's raining lies. tonight my lungs are hanging from a telephone wire, choking on the broken digits of a dial tone. (tonight telephone booths and trucks gawk as my ribcage snaps and snarls like a venus fly trap.) where did our hearts go? where did our hearts go? where did the crows go? our mouths are limp mouths. we said we'd return for our petrified hearts, put our name to the parchment made a pact in the dark. guaze gagged beaks may pump and beat but sealed inside are secrets screaming to speak. (so open up your chest and let the birds free. so meet me under the deserted desert tree. we'll eat sand crumpets and drink cactus tea, we'll pretend this dirt is sea.) we ate the white from the wedding, ate the sheets from the bedding, ate the smiles off our children, ate the leather off our birth skin. have we wasted our whole lives sucking candy coated bullets from the chemical gun? every car that passes on this crooked highway bears your face on it's grill. every headlight casts your shadow onto my open hear vigil. I know where the canaries go. I know where the crows go. they go into fucking skeletons.

sky signals says:
i care about you _______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ that much
sky signals says:
_ = like 500 miles

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my lover boy is a dancing fool and some times a cowboy


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steph can still beat ben's tall ass up


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davey takes care of us dna sharing girls




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this is real kiss [and a real angelina jolie jawline]




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which is which?

p.s. if you are having a bad day, jump on your bed



just keep on keeping on
80's, accents, acting foreign, adrienne stimson!, alkaline trio, all, american beauty, american pie[the song], at the drive in, autumn, azure ray, bad religion, ballroom dancing, bats, battletoads, being happy, betty blowtorch, blowing kisses, bob dylan, boondock saints, bright eyes, cats, christianity, christmas lights, claire voyant, clarissa explains it all, coffee, cold weather, commander venus, conor oberst, crowded house, cursive, cyndi lauper, dancing, dark hair, david dondero, dead kennedys, desaparecidos, descendents, djarums, elliott smith, ender's game, fairweather, fearbeforethemarchofflames, fugazi, gary numan, green eyes, hadji and the turbans, hey mercedes, jade tree records, jawbreaker, jenny lewis, jets to brazil, jim morrison, joan jett, kill bill volumes, laughing until it hurts, lip gloss, little cigars, lost in translation, love, lukifer ramsay!, madonna, making boys cry, making out, maria taylor, mars volta, mathematics, maury, minor threat, mix tapes, modest mouse, morning hair, morrissey, my hotel year, night time, nofx, noggin, not sleeping, now it's overhead, office space, onelinedrawing, other countries, painting, panama city, pandora, paul van dyke, pete and pete, photographs, planes mistaken for stars, propagandhi, psychology, records, rilo kiley, ris paul ric, rites of spring, rocking horse winner, roofs, running, saddle creek records, salvador dali, saturday night live, scarlett johansson, screeching weasel, sex, singing into my remote, skors, smashing pumpkins, social distortion, sorry about dresden, sparta, stars, still life, sweaters, swedish boys, t.s. eliot, tattoos, tatu, techno, tennessee williams, the anniversary, the beta bar, the blood brothers, the cure, the exploited, the format, the get up kids, the postal service, the promise ring, the queers, the ramones, the smiths, the vandals, the waffle house, the wedding singer, throwing rocks, thunderstorms, thursday, thursday doves, tilly and the wall, tokyo rose, trance, trees, un chien andalou, van morrison, vanilla sky, vnv nation, white cherry slushies, winter, writing

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