| peas and harmony |
[10 Apr 2006|08:22pm] |
you steal the stage, i'll steal the curtain you steal the stage, i'll steal the curtain you steal the stage, i'll steal the curtain you steal the stage, i'll steal the curtain you steal the stage, i'll steal the curtain
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| come my way. |
[05 Apr 2006|12:09am] |
i used to think you could write. only two of these statements are true.
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| sun sick. |
[07 Mar 2006|09:50pm] |
everything has to be perfect.
the bed sheets have to be perfect.
the door mat has to be perfect.
i have to be perfect, and as fresh as a spring onion.
candidates must be tall, dark and perfect.
the theory must be perfect, and i must form at least one.
even that cauldron of potion brewing over the fire has to be perfect.

this time, i'll be just as aptly merged as the feejee mermaid.
just you wait and see.
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| you talk too much. |
[05 Mar 2006|05:33pm] |
"You need to make sure you have stimulation in your life - that makes you feel like you're innovating or being exposed to the ideas and experiences that truly inspire you."
hear that, everybody? so pitch in!
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| public elephant. |
[02 Mar 2006|09:59pm] |
dear dairy diary dairy,
brain chemistry is so weird. soooooooooooooooo weird.
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[25 Feb 2006|02:11am] |
i'm actually the world's biggest liar. i like narvalo. narvalo invigorates me in the same way being splashed in the face with a pail of icey, antarctic water would! narvalo will live forever, wagging it's white-tipped tail high in the air!
what's on my plate today? oh, just this and just that. i may be getting some kind of job at "macy's". a thousand thanks, momma.
honestly though, what's on my plate today isn't very scrumptous. in fact, i think i see some mold. in fact, i'm not at all interested in the menu until late july, when i'll be placing a single artichoke and a (hopefully) brimming notebook at the grave of my dearly departed. also some flowers, to be divided between he and his twin brother, laying flat beside him. what an inspirational human being ... i think i could go on feeling this awestruck until my very last millisecond on planet earth. or anywhere else in the solar system, for that matter. THE MAN TRANSCENDS ALL EARTHLY BOUNDARIES. HE CONQUERS GRAVITY WITH A GLINT IN HIS DARK, THIN EYE.
beat that, you swine.
help yourself to a pitcher.
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and a picture.

don't you all miss the bygone days of the punch and judy show? i know i do.
well, fellas ... i's best shut my trap. gotsta get to bed, so's i can wake up earlier than the birds! i'm going, tomorrow, to the "bass pro shop". i aim to buy me a hoodie with a big, fat fish on it!
i love all of you! really, i swear!
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| THE MIRACLE DRUG. |
[07 Feb 2006|08:26pm] |
HA-HA-HA!
alright, this is definately the last time i'll be updating this piece of trash. i don't need to lead a quiet, sordid existence anymore. i'm so happy i even could kiss you, you big, homely brute!

LONG LIVE J. ECKHARDT JR.

LONG LIVE K. SEAGRAVES.
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| death mask. |
[17 Jan 2006|01:31am] |
friends ... when ya ain't feelin' quite right, they drop ya like a penny in a wishin' well.
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