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thanks nic [Jan. 5th, 2007|07:02 pm]
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i know you weren't trying to

but congrats on making me cry
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XXvanityXXXwhoreXX [Jan. 3rd, 2007|04:18 pm]
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Happy Holidays!!Collapse )
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Immortalized [Jan. 3rd, 2007|03:00 pm]
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[Current Mood |in our hearts]
[Current Music |The Books- Enjoy Your Worries, You May Never Have Them Again]

good-bye, dear friend
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Observation [Jan. 3rd, 2007|01:19 am]
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Eating healthy food and hanging out with friends and people i love has an effect on me very similar to the one eating LSD used to have.
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Nomadic Vagabond(, I am) [Jan. 2nd, 2007|09:32 pm]
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Hey world,

Tomorrow I am randomly going to be in Minneapolis, so if you're reading this and in town we should totally hang out!! (and Scott *you better* be home! ;)

Oh yeah and next week I'm going to be in Olympia :D :D :D so uh yeah...

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This knows me too well [Jan. 2nd, 2007|04:37 pm]
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In 2007, kaikkiton resolves to...
Drink four glasses of love every day.
Backup my activism regularly.
Tell my family about chaos.
Find a new nature.
Go to the dionysus every month.
Spend less time on magick.
Get your own New Year's Resolutions:
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Sociological Observations [Jan. 2nd, 2007|04:13 pm]
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[Current Music |Cirque du Soleil - Dralion]

Last night I was introduced to a card game named Weeds. For those not familiar, the object is to fill your garden with pot plants as soon as possible while dodging weeds, hippies, thieves, cops, and of course, potzilla.

In normal card games, I'm used to the players getting as machiavellian as it takes to make sure they win. But last night I noticed something different going on.

Myself and another player had ganged up on the third early in the game by planting two weeds in her garden and it was obvious she didn't have any weed killer to even start getting rid of them and she was essentially out of the game. My friend felt so bad about this she finally used one of her own weed killers to help this victim out and allow her to participate in the game again. Pretty soon an altruistic mood took over, and finally when one player was a move away from winning, they put a plant in someone else's garden instead to even things up and keep the game going. When it came around to her turn, she put a plant in her friend's garden as well, finally ending the game. Nobody wanted to actually win, and the game didn't end until the person who'd been helped out the most finally won it for the person who deserved to win the most.

I noticed that, instead of trying to win as soon as possible, the players were all trying to keep the game the most neck-and-neck, extend it the longest, maximize fun, social bonding and doing nice things for friends (or anyone, really).

So we played another game and I didn't even know where to begin. I half expected everyone would just start filling each others' gardens, but some semblence of competition took place. Finally as the game was ending it came down to my turn, I only had one spot to fill and nothing but pot plants in my hand. There was no possible move I could have made at that moment except to win the game. But my opponents were all a card or two away from filling their gardens as well, so i just threw my hand down and announced that we all win because everyone's gardens were full at once. Everyone laid down their hands too, nothing but pot plants, hippies and excess weed killer. The crop this year was so amazing we even had enough spare plants to go around for the skeevy hippies!! (and the cops were off busting the theives and chasing potzilla).

I'm not really sure if this occured more because of the stoner nature of the game itself, or the fact that it was hard-core stoners getting really stoned while playing, but it was unlike any card game I've played before..
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 *!*  ʔomg! [Jan. 2nd, 2007|01:24 pm]
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[Current Music |Igor Koshkendey - Ariskanning Duu-Ol Bahrinda]

[ʧijz kʰɝdz]
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(no subject) [Dec. 31st, 2006|01:45 pm]
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[Current Mood |*shakes head*]

I feel the last little bits of the detox working their way out of my system
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unverschränkt [Dec. 31st, 2006|12:39 pm]
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[Current Mood |infected by association]
[Current Music |When The Curious Girl Realizes She Is Under Glass]

the manifesto of all manifestos..Collapse )
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End of the Year Survey [Dec. 31st, 2006|04:55 am]
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end of the year surveyCollapse )

And thus ends 2006, the Year of the Spiral. Six more to go until infinity. Manifesting love and pure intent as a brand new one begins. Namaste.
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(no subject) [Dec. 29th, 2006|12:14 pm]
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Es gibt, il y a, hay a famous quote I really like (thnx Phil for reminding me of it!! <3) that goes something like:

small minds discuss people
average minds discuss events
great minds discuss ideas

recently i felt the need to add a line to that:

beautiful minds discuss feelings

but today (and thnx Phi for reminding me of this one! !!<3!!!) i decided that

the minds that i like most create art
and rarely discuss anything at all
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(no subject) [Dec. 28th, 2006|09:43 am]
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R I P Kala [Dec. 26th, 2006|06:08 pm]
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[Current Mood |auch eyeballless]


Some time around the 13th of December, 2006, Kala, the fish who owned me, passed away.

Kala was my best friend on this entire planet. I fed him morning and night and changed his water every four days. For christmas I bought him bloodworms and when I would trap marijuana smoke over the surface of the water he would greedily rush to the top to inhale as much as possible.

I hung out with Kala every day and he was always there for me. I found myself dumped alone abused despised rejected rockbottom without a friend in the world and my family miles away but he was there for me. I held his fishbowl in my hands and cried into it. He witnessed every tear and he knows just the way they taste. He helped carry me when life was too heavy to bear alone.

I miss the little things. I miss the way he'd perk up and start swimming frantically as soon as I'd get up in the morning. I miss how adorable it was when he'd flare up his gills at an opponent ten times his size. I miss.. I miss him.

I guess things come and go, but I didn't want you to leave so quickly. I miss you Kala.

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To all the Women and Men out there: [Dec. 26th, 2006|05:53 am]
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[Current Music |Bob Dylan - 4th Time Around]

Looks. Physical appearance. Varying frequencies of light bouncing off a surface. One of five senses that comprise a tiny fraction of a person. Do you ever think about how you look to the blind?

I am soo sick of people freaking out about self image. YOU ARE FUCKING BEAUTIFUL. And even if you're not I still love you anyway.

You want to get noticed? Take that 20 dollars you're going to spend ornamenting your body and .. and fucking give it to someone who needs it. Paint a picture. Read a book and have something interesting to say. Learn how to cook an amazing meal. Live life and fill it with fascinating experiences that develope your personality. No, you know what? You wanna get noticed? Just be yourself.

I feel the process of "beautification" is one of denying what we are. We must hide the fact that we are human and unique individuals under the chemical cloak of the same five major manufacturers. The eyebrow pencil is no mere charcoal emphasis on blond eyebrows..

The scents you produce in your armpits are going to do more for me than any chemicals you can buy at the store. The quarter inch stubble on your legs and every other obvious sign you weren't planning on hooking up with anyone that night provided a refreshing surprise.

If a person is unable to look through your windows and into your soul, they probably aren't worth talking to in the first place.

Your phosphorescent white teeth only make me think about how much damage was done to the environment and your body getting them there. If I wanted to look at paint I'd go to an art museum. To love is to love someone at their worst and not just their best. I've decided a great idea for a first date would be at 9 in the morning before she's had a chance to put on makeup comb her hair or wipe the sleep from her eyes. The last time we parted all I could think was, je pense encore que tu es l'une de plus belles femmes du monde.

I feel it's unfair to judge someone by the way the world chose to portray them; rather, I judge people on the way they choose to portray the world.
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(no subject) [Dec. 22nd, 2006|10:19 am]
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[04:18] lemonyjello28: she followed her heart
[04:18] lemonyjello28: and it broke yours
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(no subject) [Dec. 13th, 2006|09:28 am]
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trouble yourself not, Mädchen
for you have committed no great crime
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2,000 days [Dec. 12th, 2006|12:03 pm]
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[Current Music |At The Drive In - Napoleon Solo]

on March 23rd, 2012

a child will be conceived
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Schoolwork Update - Capping off the Semester [Dec. 10th, 2006|07:58 pm]
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college, what a joke!Collapse )
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(no subject) [Dec. 10th, 2006|06:25 pm]
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a witch came to me in a dream and stole my eyeballs
gouged them out, stuck them in a little bag, and cackled
as she floated away into the smoke.

i woke up vomiting, a black centipede slithered its way
out of my throat (which clearly hadn t been torn away)
still i stumbled around blind for months
unable to see what was in front of my face

i was told my name would be revealed to me in a dream soon
and i grow ever more aware of my impending birth
walking down this path is so strange yet familiar
just going with the flow like my body s done this countless times before

you visited me in my sleep one night when i d called for you
said you still had feelings for me and i just lunged at you
knives made the work quick and easy and soon i was coming to
crying, wretching, and shaking, feeling the birthpains of something new

i guess i feel a freedom, a relief and clarity
room to breathe and basque in beauty
lie back and smile at the universe and all beings
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