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Archive for April, 2008

Don’t be too over zealous in following up something lovely… down time is needed too

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Forever

Forever is a long, long time. I really don’t need to rush things, do I? Though at the same time, I really do need to keep focused on what is happening to me right here, right now. I need to keep having fun. I need to stay in love. I need to be with sweet [...]

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I had such a wonderful weekend! So much happened. I saw some friends, I saw my family, I made some new friends, and I got to play biker’s moll all weekend long.
I am too tired to tell all now, but here are some highlights:

ANZAC day – I almost won a game of pool, w00t!
I saw [...]

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I <3 Whores

http://www.debbydoesntdoitforfree.org/

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The Yoke

I don’t want the yoke. Fuck it. I kick the fucking thing.
I’m happy, I’m satisfied, and I don’t have a promise of love eternal, or monogamy, or even friendship. But I also am not being strung out with the promise that I might get these things if I behave.
I currently have friendship and I’m so [...]

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Scared

I’m really really nervous about tonight, about this weekend and about my immediate future. A big part of me wants again to feel the yoke on my neck, but I need to struggle against that longing for comfort with my conscious mind.

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My sex my politics

There’s something in the air that’s taking me back to the sex of my adolescence. No, I’m not revisiting a time of innocence and discovery, but a time without shame. The first thing I had to do as a teenager, was to lose the part of my shell which kept me back from loving and [...]

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The Key

Ai, what a week!
I had some amazing dreams! In one, Kal told me that he’d got a lewd tattoo in full colour. In another, I murdered 2 men. The first was a thin young man who ran in front of my car and who a white fatty spray all over the road when his body [...]

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You make love with a death’s head
Shaking in fear
Gritted teeth with concentration
Death baby, golden corn god
Shivering sheaves of wheat
Sacred rattle set fire to the sun

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Eyes

If the eyes are the windows to the soul, then what is my blog for?

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