 My favorite diaries:
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dizboy profile - diary |
| comments: spiders and flipflops |
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limeycarter profile - diary |
| comments: the beautiful british boy who never was |
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redniko profile - diary |
| comments: "your death will not be in vain, broken bloated sea-mammoth!" |
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sweetmeanie profile - diary |
| comments: reminds me of sitting on a beach to watch the sunrise |
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omegaverse profile - diary |
| comments: disgustingly funny, and canadian. how hot is that? |
My favorite music: |
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jeffrey foucault |
| comments: you're the sky full of starlings and an ax blade shining in the sun/you're the angel touched a coal against my lips/you're my only one |
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o.a.r. |
| comments: so breathe/breathe/deep for me, james/don't you feel that you're free now from pain |
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johnny cash |
| comments: but you ought to thank me before i die/for the gravel in your guts and the spit in the eye/'cause i'm the sonuvabitch that named you sue |
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kane |
| comments: get me the hell away from that mason-dixon line/sit on the floor and lock the door dancing with a bottle/taking it home where the buffalo roam on track 29 |
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the little willies |
| comments: so keep on being long and tall/and keep on talking with the same old drawl/keep on baby don't you trip and fall over me |
My favorite movies: |
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smokey and the bandit |
| comments: i forgot to tell you ... i'm runnin' blocker for four hundred cases of illegal brew. |
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shakespeare in love |
| comments: pay attention. you will see how genius creates a legend. |
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men with brooms |
| comments: it's 42 pounds of polished granite ... and it may have no practical purpose in and of itself, but it is a repository of human possibility, and if it's handled just right, it will exact a kind of poetry. |
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monsters, inc. |
| comments: yeah, they're under the name 'googly bear'. |
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l.a. confidential |
| comments: is that how you used to run the good-cop bad-cop? |
My favorite authors: |
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lois mcmaster bujold |
| comments: 'the one thing you can't trade for your heart's desire is your heart' |
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raymond chandler |
| comments: 'i'm supposed to be tough but there was something about the guy that got me. i didn't know what it was unless it was the white hair and the scarred face and the clear voice and the politeness. maybe that was enough.' |
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neil gaiman |
| comments: 'inside the pub, Richard's friends continued to celebrate his forthcoming departure with an enthusiasm that, to Richard, was beginning to border on the sinister.' |
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anthony bourdain |
| comments: '... an awe-inspiring sky over the Sahara, the bright, penetrating lights, the quick drop of comets, a cold moon, which made the rippling patterns of sand look like a frozen sea' |
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philip pullman |
| comments: '... narrow wings were folded elegantly behind his shoulders, and his face bore an expression that mingled haughty disdain with a tender, ardent sympathy, as if he would love all things if only his nature could let him forget their defects.' |
