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OH! why do we love and unlove and love the same over and over and over and then those others come to play and we want to (we think) but we don't want to?!?! ps. (+)norway.

from lollipoprock :

oh my gosh you made me blush why thank you and i love you.

from lollipoprock :

simply beautiful. you are.

from lollipoprock :

MY ROOMMATE: he reads the same books as me, loves bob dylan and nick drake, he fly fishes in spring, he is a graduate at tennessee state univ., he is an aspiring law student, he is OCD about keeping everything neat and perpendicular, his name is brad peterson, he likes to record in his studio, he is a sound engineer at the city theatre, and he collects expensive things like frank lloyd wright furniture, old instruments/amps, and sail boat stuff. oh and he has a dog named buzz. a little tyke of a fella. oh and he is OCD about overhead lighting, as in-- there can't be any on EVER. just lamps. tell me about your roommate/s please. i wonder.

from lollipoprock :

sounds like your life is rimmed in neon and smells like your life is baking in an oven.

from lollipoprock :

you are reminding me of a tiny white mouse who carries time bombs too and frow to different locations. breath. breath. breath. and listen to some fucking oldies already. you're too young to be hypersensitive to caffiene. or any -fiene. i wrote you a postcard but i have lazy postmarking and mailing skillz.

from lollipoprock :

STAMPING TAKES TIME I LOVE IT

from lollipoprock :

The Fermata :hmm.

from lollipoprock :

hhahaha! awesome. the ones on fotki? i have more...

from lollipoprock :

sounds fab! rock on with the hard on... cheap motels are A plus.

from lollipoprock :

new website?! sounds stupendous! ever do it in a motel 6? yowzah!

from lollipoprock :

i'm into secrets. i like your ear. you = secret reader, i = making faces get it? of course you do, darling.

from gumphood :

i am taking that you enjoy rent then? before i press the issue on that, thanks for filling out the survey.

from lollipoprock :

yes. a date for there, as i am usually near there, and right now i am here, and later [when i will want to be be out and about] will be 'there' in time's space, so sure. a date for there sounds beautiful. swell, even.

from lollipoprock :

oh i need time with a mubby. i need a quiet mystery in a coffee shop. i need casual eye glances at the thrift store. a mubbymartini. i don't know. for some reason, i know you have the answer. i think i am sad beyond fixing.

from gumphood :

Ilikedthat. I was hoping it was in Hyku form.

from gumphood :

hmmm. That confused me.

from gumphood :

dude. Either that or he's stolen you away. Anyway I doubt it, but I hope things go well for you there. I look forward to your return.

from lollipoprock :

ciara told me the news last night! omg. you go girl, i want deeeeeetails. and- don't you dare fucking miss the gay pirate party. saturday, 23. be there or dieeeee. xoxoxooxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo that is so much love. you are going to have so much fun, you slut!

from lollipoprock :

okay. pictures taken. sometime today, i will have long hair on my screen and on yours and on everyone's.

from gumphood :

hahaha El perro feo. dame amor!!

from lollipoprock :

there is a sweet sweat dew sprawling on the horizon, and i would like to be with you and be silent one day and then turn really loud, like a blaring furnace.

from gumphood :

Ahhhh d none of the above. I didn't see that one. I hope today goes better than last night sounded.

from mubby :

for the record my answers are: D, none of the above, C.

from lollipoprock :

oo! and cd = e. xoxo i spent 90 dollars at a vintage joint today.

from lollipoprock :

cdba. is that okay that i took that personally? we shouldn't take anything personally. personally. persona. people. ah. typing....

from gumphood :

b,d,c, but the last one under isn't actaully what I think about all day. I think about stupid things.

from gumphood :

I rilly like that picture you posted. I like it because its just shot really well. I am not sure if you meant to do it that way, but its really awesome. The entry is good too. But the picture is really good

from gumphood :

Hi Mubby. I liked the last and I just wanted to say "whoa" that was a big paragrpah.

from gumphood :

I read sex with violens....I was disapointed that there was no sex with a violen...

from gumphood :

I tried to locate your story....but all I found was a locked door.

from lollipoprock :

dude, that pencil memory... i remember i never bought them, i just found them. awkward. you could never really buy them. as far as looking for my 'lilly'spizzaface': i am lazy and john is busy, so we haven't even taken the pictures yet. i can't wait though! i want to be famous, dear mubby! beauty school- yes. i know. i am shivering with delight. i want to fix everyone's head. i'm living in apex for the time being (ahem.. like a year!) with my parents. well, my mom.. my dad is never here. go to pittsburgh with me.

from lollipoprock :

you use language such as: fucked, piss, screwed. i pinch my arm and remind myself of the smell that my pencils with the pictures of fruit made... the pencils that you would have to take the lead out and push it in to the ass of the stick so that a sharper piece would come out and get the job done. you know the pencils, right? the ones that kept their erasers in the caps? this might be a horrible analogy. (but you DO keep your eraser in your head. that is good. i keep mine somewhere in my blackened heart. still- the smell of fruity plastic pencils reminds me of you tonight. the cherry ones rocked the most, banana coming in at a dead last. are you going to melt banana? go. go. gooo.

from lollipoprock :

oh, but dear- you HAVE to anticipate it's reality...

from lollipoprock :

wow. [peeps] + [cookies] = [poopies]. maybe i should cook for you sometime. let's.

from kstarr :

i know everything, or just shy of. but yeah, bike gang? it'll be killer. so killer.

from kstarr :

you are like true suave cheshire [i am not 100% shore of the spelling of that one] cat leaning back on your bicycle passin' by all the cans in the gutter glinting cos'ah the sun but ya'll don't even care cos you have SUNGLASSES on. fuck. join my bikegang. it will be mostly 8 year olds but let's all face it 8 year olds are the real thing. ain't nothin' like the real thing.

from lollipoprock :

haha! i spy the next contestant for real world in your bratty entry! omg! ((just kidding.... love and more love are all for you dear one.)) but you are still super sillious.

from lollipoprock :

don't you just love the e-mail you get when you have a note?! it makes me smile with joy and run right to the website to see who said what. i'm saying this: 2003.03.06 makes me cringe and bleed tears... i know he was yours, but the way you write about him makes him feel like any other one of them.. so perfect and sweet. the shallow and unwilling and unreceiving lurks behind many beautiful, majestic walls. 2003.03.04... my, my. you are so beautiful and when you are that insecure, it makes me want to blindfold you and put you on a train and take you to a secret park where everything is okay and everyone knows you... i don't think it would be the garden of eden though. that place seems so lonely and frustrating with the tree of good and evil. maybe that is where you are hiding now. get out of that damn garden and blindfold yourself and belong to a secret world inhabited by the good and plenty with dancing shoes and feather boas and ____________ (whatever makes you smile)... thanks for letting me read your diary. i've been wondering what you have been writing, and you are someone who i am so fascinated with. maybe because in some odd way you are like me, but then at the same time, so not. i wish i was half as graceful as you.

from lollipoprock :

someone once told me that open relationships will always end up hurting someone, but i am fast realizing it's the closed ones that hurt the most. how are you doing? i don't think i am fine at all.

from lollipoprock :

is it fair to say that a boy who broke your heart owns your heart?

from lollipoprock :

success: dismemberment and re-attachment of computer's arms and legs. aol is beating again. i took out it's 'jfk2uhaha2' permanently, however, and it seems to be running nice and simply now that all of the screenames have been aptly placed in 'pulloutanddie's buddy list. it's a sad day for jfk.

from lollipoprock :

sometimes there is an 'i' in like... i mean, an extra one i guess. who knew.

from lollipoprock :

yeah. i'm likie their suburban house pet.

from lollipoprock :

i should hold my tounge. i should be 'hush' as to keep my presence from becoming abhorred by my keeper and founder and leader... but he is none of those at the moment. he is just far away, and he is just a man who picked me out of a crowd with his woman when i was four months old, and now... twenty-one years later, i face the truth and all i think is, "i want my blankie back".

from lollipoprock :

forget what i said about fathers... it was a facade. i think mine hates me. but i bet your's is true.

from lollipoprock :

um. i think your diary is fun.

from lollipoprock :

if father's didn't exist, how would we know true love?

from lollipoprock :

i know i am... i have to be!!! my goodness. are you for real? cause i mean, if you are... and i am, well... we can totally get this new concept started!!!! i dance.

from mubby :

hi me

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