From Underneath the Barrell
Journal Entry: Fri Feb 25, 2005, 11:51 AM
Hello, beautiful people. Not much to be happy about, lately. By the way, I've been feeling very Eeyore, so if you don't want to read on, you don't have to. The great jobs that I and my husband found turned into complete crap. We got a new boss that decided he didn't want us there for no apparent reason, so he forced me to quit, and fired Paul. Now we're unemployed, and moving out of this wretched, forsaken place is impossible. I've unbefriended three people. Two of them pissed me off, and I couldn't put up with their crap anymore. One of them, well, way to complicated for a little journal entry. I haven't, and most likely will not be, online very often. Lost our DSL, and my Dad doesn't like me on the dial-up that often. So, this is the end of me for the moment. Not that it makes much difference. I haven't commented on any works for quite a while. But if you're actually distraught at the idea, don't worry. I'll be back eventually. Good luck and much inspiration to you all.
Devious Comments
intelligent people are a rare find. and i like to collect them. (no disrespect~inferiority complex). highly valuable people they are and serve. you are and serve
and i will be stopping by, to praise, to envy, and hate. and love
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my god is queer. my god is scared. my god paints a pretty picture.
wonderful, inspiring. awe of even
that your mind reaches such a finely honed spear for words.
each impression leaves its mark on my mind, and i am left witless, and crawling on all fours.
i will not deny the envy, as you rightly earned it from me. to say things so consise, so direct, and still ellude....that my scratchings must be long and labourious efforts of conjure and meditation to draw a moments clarity
truly wonderful work.
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my god is queer. my god is scared. my god paints a pretty picture.
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I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer.
Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration.
I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me.
And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path.
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Call me cute again, I dare you.
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Call me cute again, I dare you.
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