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from taintedgurrl :

sitting in the warm darkness. dreaming of sinking my teeth into you.

from groovn-girl :

Photos! (my God do we speak other than on D'land?)

from groovn-girl :

never mind.

from groovn-girl :

Can you email me simple, step by step instructions as to how you got that little bitty picture of yourself on your profile? I'm doing something wrong! Smooches!

from groovn-girl :

I would never, ever waste enough liquor to engulf myself in flames!!!

from vaulted :

send me your email address (yes i fucking lose them ok) and i'll get you a password.

from bloodyscars :

chocolate truffles and slow-healing wounds...tell me, what are you doing tonight?

from industrial :

have. i.ever.told.you. how utterly. in love. i am. with. your six.foot.amazon.ass. with those. well-hung hands and pou.ty.lips. yar. i think. i may die. before. i can have you. <3

from industrial :

and i knew. at this moment. i'd find you writing. some thing new. when i was sitting, in the dark. thinking madly, of you. <3

from sick-of-me :

actually...that sounds kind of nice...as long as you promise to let me out every now and then and bring me food at least once a week. i hope its a walk-in cause i have a lot of shit to bring...and alex likes her space.

from sick-of-me :

you should really get an answering machine...or call notes...or voice mail...or a midget who lives in your closet and answers the phone when you're not home and writes down the messages on mini-post-it notes

from sick-of-me :

once upon a time two girls went to memphis on friday, april 29th...got shitty drunk...saw a coupla good bands play...and had a most delightful time...(how's that for a beginning? it might need some editing, but i know i can count on you for that)

from industrial :

i've burned the dip at the bottom of my neck with matchstick heads dropped from re-lighting. i itch and scratch and pull off the scabs and run.my.fingers.through.the.blood. and. wish it were you. cut.ting.my.throat. and sucking me dry. what better than that, what better way to die. dear heart.

from herdarlinsin :

I read your entry and felt myself pouring back into the old person I used to be. Sad and oddly strange to feel what I so desperately pushed behind me. But, I love your entry.

from sick-of-me :

lets open another book.

from sick-of-me :

a disconnected line...unanswered cell...where did you go?

from iamhubpluh :

The possesions mean nothing, really. They are symbols. Where your heart lies is what your memory will hold on to. The material possesions, I have found in my own search, only perpetuate the cycles of being held down and of not moving forward. Purge to your hearts content and know that you are beautiful and you are you, even without your 'stuff'. Bonsoir.

from industrial :

russ.baby. where.are.you.going? (take me with you.)

from ashtraygurl :

somehow, that notion brings me great comfort. if only it were a better place to be.

from industrial :

baby. i wondered. when you would put that... up. and i just. sat here. in the early afternoon of my.mid.day.crisis. of work. and red bull and tards up to the ears but.not.dougie. i.love.you.madly. and. i. can't.say.how.much. thank you. <3

from groovn-girl :

Very gritty. I likee. You psycho. Thanks for getting rid of the blood. It freaked me out, man.

from dietpeppers :

enjoy your writings very much. poetic is nice. pain is life.

from girlsuicide :

if words are weapons i'm a loaded gun. &Hearts;

from bloodyscars :

[the flesh of pale thighs--slick with fevered kisses and girlcum wet with anticipation and arousal] oh how I wonder if you would let me seduce you, if ever given the chance...

from sick-of-me :

oh yes, the white coats have very much caught me. im afraid. very afraid.

from booth-bitch :

You're back. :-)

from ashtraygurl :

i love when you update, wish you did it more often...

from taintedgurrl :

I've forgotten how to live without you next to me. Hurry. Home.

from sick-of-me :

"i hope you get this message...or you're not home. i could be there in 10 minutes or so. ive got my things. we can make it up as we go along. oh, with you...i could...never be alone."

from bloodyscars :

scribble words and remember what it is to feel [kisses]

from ashtraygurl :

thank you for leaving that lovely entry in my guestbook...it made me feel speshul. ♥

from booth-bitch :

Howdy love. Just a note to everyone on my buddy list: I had t lock up. The username and password are both "jumper". *Muah*

from booth-bitch :

I really hope everythign is okies with you, mon amie. *Muah* :-)

from sick-of-me :

5 days and counting m'dear...the sun is on its way. save me a shady spot in the yard...and bring the bubbaloons.

from fading-whore :

I hope you're alright ♥

from lily-white :

Funny finding yourself in a familiar area..on top of things so to speak. Three degrees....me, my girl Vaulted, you. Although I think I talked to you once ages ago before Miss Max did. The issue looks amazing. They said they were mailing you one so watch the post. If you don't see it soon, give a yell. We got an extra copy.

from lied-to :

backwards i can stumble down stairs,forwards i can sift through the enamel coating carelessly dispatched on the floor.shadows bounce so generously off skin,drink,drink,drink the evening,your its postergirl...what am i saying?

from lied-to :

thankyou. what language is it that i speak?

from lily-white :

Hang on to the matches, you're about to see something lovely in the mail. New issue of Slit came out yesterday here in OZ. The girl and I went to the launch party and quickly scanned the pages to find you...and there you were. It looks amazing.

from booth-bitch :

I hope things get better for you. I've added you to my buddy list. *Muah* :)

from greytanit :

Hm. After the explosion...are you ok?

from greytanit :

hey...update, why dontcha?!

from booth-bitch :

Wow. Your last entry was...wow. I'm addicted. Please update. Soon. Please.

from ejaculated :

me. you. love. dykes. whatever. (thanks).

from oceans-depth :

That was both horrifying and amusing at the same time. You are very intriguing and thought provoking. Great qualities. xoxo Deja

from myexodus :

The picture; very provoking and feral. I admire your chutzpah. Not even I could have gone so public to that edge.

from dispositionx :

wow.. just... wow.

from myexodus :

Thanks for readding me....but I am stumped as heck as to way. But, hey, what the heck,eh?

from myexodus :

Thought I'd leave a note. My words ended at the neurotic one and I have since moved.

from quantum87 :

mmm.. am opening a new space for my words. 'psychodyke' hey? i do like the sound of that..

from x-paranoia-x :

Nice layout.. for some reason.

from lady-frenzy :

I suppose it is everyone's birthright to mark their flesh-- I enjoy ink and razor blades myself... *slice* Another mark is made and I am divided once more...

from for-you-only :

Wow. The layout left me open mouthed for a few moments. Hot picture actually.... It so looks like something out of one of my fantasies.... Yeah, like your diary. ttfn -Pink

from bloodyscars :

scribble scribble scribble. shy hands tremble and intense eyes slip across flesh like merchandise [because really. who isn't marketing their body these days]. choke the inhibitions and live to feel perfect again.

from taintedgurrl :

Sitting alone tonight, keeping company with my favorite pillow... missing your words, and acheing with the memory of the way you taste.

from dalyrical1 :

wow...great page...love the new layout

from taintedgurrl :

We have both been better, stumbling through alleyways and sludge filled streets... hidden under the masks of anonymity. It's been a torrent of anguish since our return, this tiresome thing called life. And I'm growing weary of masks and strange dances to which I do not know the steps. I meant the words I said to you, and have more to say. I've simply been waiting quietly for you to sort through. I'll continue to wait... or would you rather I pack it up for good?

from bloodyscars :

razors bite like lust. and like lust, their desire to indulge is rarely slaked.

from bloodyscars :

Losing yourself is the hardest. Where do you start looking? Where do you go once you've given up?

from greytanit :

I miss your entries; please post again. I am returning, again, slowly, and on IM with a new name. I hope we can talk soon...

from taintedgurrl :

(yes, lucky indeed.) And you, my dear, have my deepest gratitude. You have been my saviour these last few days... in so many ways. How does one repay salvation?

from bloodyscars :

Those who know you personally are lucky.

from taintedgurrl :

Have I ever told you how you take my breath away? How every time I read you... every time I see you... every time I touch you... you leave me gasping... grasping for - for something real. For something authentic. For something that plays a haromony against my soul?

from dalyrical1 :

LOSING ASH was awesome. it made me cry. you are a fantastic writer...i just wish i could see more of it more often.

from sick-of-me :

once upon a time you said you'd call. and i wait and i wait and im still waiting...and missing your face.

from taintedgurrl :

feeling out new, hazy boundries can be a tricky business, wouldn't you agree? i am never quite sure what to say. (smiles for you)

from taintedgurrl :

i see i've been found. i never could remain anonymous for long.

from eatpaste :

where is there?

from eatpaste :

you running away?

from rainbow-dyke :

omg.. your great... your diary entries are fantastic... and have really touched me... im *totally* just wow...

from sick-of-me :

tadow. *waits for an invitation*

from surrealgrrl :

...still reading you and you read now better than ever. Can Kansas contain such a talented creative and moving writer such as yourself? You only rock.

from supermand :

you simply amaze me... as always. i love you kid...smd

from miss-megan :

lay-deee whats shakin? been so long... It got hott and there is heat. where you are there is fire.. rawrrrr

from eatpaste :

maybe i'd be more inclined to build you bars and boxes and walls to keep the crazy in, if i weren't described as a lipstick lesbian. *smiles sweetly*

from eatpaste :

the newest words are great and the new design is beautiful.

from lily-white :

writing/editing a book about a girl I once knew who died. Reading through diaries linked to diaries linked to yours and viola'. The poems are amazing and I can relate far more than I'd like to. Email me if you'd like.

from lily-white :

Just wanted to let you know I came accross your diary doing some research for a book. I've been reading as much as I can sneak while I'm at work and I have to tell you how refreshing it is to read.

from under800 :

Yes indeed. Put your faith in the age old adage, "Silence is golden". I've tried such, but I've never been one for the allure of Iron Pyrite.

from bloodyscars :

Tell me...what would it be like to know you in personal life.

from greytanit :

I'm breathless, as if I've been jolted hard, or dropped, but I shouldn't be surprised. Your words always have that effect on me. Yes, if you came to Boston, I'd walk with you...if you still feel like walking with me...

from sad-doll :

<3 you are beautiful love.

from bloodyscars :

You are...well...amazing. Like silver-white scars and curling lips and short fingernails.

from sick-of-me :

once upon a time there was a sad girl...who feared she was being ignored for the wrong reasons.

from bloodyscars :

The wait [howeverbitter] makes the ending all the more rewarding. Yes?

from bloodyscars :

Exquisite [willseeyouthere]. [promise].

from bloodyscars :

Overrun with track scarred veins and dead grass. Oh just say where.

from bloodyscars :

Am suddenly head over heels infatuated with you [thankyou].

from neeyna :

after reading that one... damn.. left me speechless.. i am a poet as well.. but damn.. u got me...

from dropsofyouth :

Your latest entry to your dad blew me away. You have an amazing gift. Keep writing. peace, -drops

from squishyvan :

Just hd to say how impressed I was with your latest entry about the ABCs. Wow, I wish I could write like that.

from miss-megan :

dancing with stars in her hair, with the one who has stars in her eyes and her loins... figure eights and carpet snakes.

from miss-megan :

I am brave and fierce. regadless of the bug I have been bitten by ;).... perhaps even fiercer as I let the bug bite good and hard and deep.,.... think me over.

from miss-megan :

I love love. and you are love love. take care lady. send my words. lets dance. megan.

from sick-of-me :

"im never as good as when you're there, and i can see myself the way you look at me"

from industrial :

god.what.rhythm. god.what...grace. i smiled for the first.time.since.leaving. just.now... in the dim. despite the dying and. hellos again.

from sick-of-me :

fate is not just whose cooking smells good...but which way the wind blows.

from banefulvenus :

Thank you so much for the answer to the riddle.... You're brilliant, I would have never guessed the answer to the riddle..

from backagain :

Hmm. I was just trying really hard to think of something to say that would sound slightly more intelligent than WOW. But I wasn't very successful. So I'll just leave it at that for now and maybe later the word-finding part of my brain will work better. But anyway, wow. Really.

from how-odd :

wow. you write beautifully. -Nic

from sick-of-me :

thats the biggest lie ive ever told.

from sick-of-me :

"most of the time...its well understood. most of the time...i wouldnt change if if i could. i can make it all match up...i can hold my own. i can deal with the situation, right down to the bone. i can survive....and i can endure...and i dont even think about her. most of the time."

from sick-of-me :

so you're outside my apartment...talking to the girl....and im here...cold, drunk, and alone. go figure.

from sick-of-me :

just so you know...i didnt hang up on you...my phone did...then this lady kept telling me you were not available. the stupid bitch.

from sick-of-me :

pictures fondly late nights and empty bottles and tony hawk and sore thumbs...and NO MORE FUCKING EXAMS.

from sick-of-me :

would it be convincing enough if i told you id be the saddest chook alive if you did not attend?

from sick-of-me :

you know what thursday is?

from eatpaste :

nicely done. as always.

from sick-of-me :

couldnt be better weather for white skirts and flip flops....but its not as fun by myself.

from lezbian :

I just wanted to let you know that I read your diary. Check mine out if you'd like :)

from fword :

visit and maybe write for this. we'd appreciate it.

from sick-of-me :

you should've come to vino's tonight. i got a free hornsby's and didn't even have to give him my number. wewp.

from bellhead :

fanfuckintastic

from industrial :

so i.was.walking. and thought. no. no.no.no. it's much more.raw. and split. and bouncing in between. than. her. so. that. is my. humble.opinion. because. i.love. your words. and they were. are. never. like any one. else's.

from sp0ngebubble :

You sound like Ani Difranco when you write...

from sick-of-me :

wednesday has come and gone. you have a voice mail.

from sick-of-me :

*dies* steve from chicago. we SO have to find him and rub his tummy.

from eatpaste :

sorry i've been out of touch. they shut of the ability to use aim at work and i'm never on at home. i hope things are well. email me if you get the urge.

from psychodyke :

sometimes... it's nice... to talk. to yourself...

from fiercelingua :

Hmm. I clarified (I think) your point on a post script on that entry... Thanks for the comment.

from greytanit :

I haven't visited nearly enough. I'm sorry.

from and-then :

oh, lovely! *claps*

from industrial :

hello, hello- where have you been? or is it me just falling behind- which is. my problem. i get consumed- by stupid things. well. thinking. of you. yes. hello.

from sick-of-me :

happy valentine's day asspants.

from sick-of-me :

camel britches!!!

from industrial :

you know, i think about that all the time and then think maybe... my luck would kick in and that whole suicide thing would turn out real well like. overkill with no pun.. soda with no carbonation and. so exciting that it's. not. sigh. nah. it's just this feeling lately. won't let go.

from backagain :

It didn't feel overly fantastic, but doesn't seem to be CTS. Thanks for the tip. I'd go to one of the docs I work for, but they'd probably put me in a little gown and there's scars and it would be awkward and... I think my hands just get cold too easily.

from theghostgirl :

your writing is quite wonderful. i feel the stings.

from industrial :

oh oh chocolate gravy is just well. sugar, cocoa, flour and milk. :D and i'd say it might be a southern thing but aren't you more southern then i am?? it is a childhood thing, though. i just had a craving. AND. -cackle- i hope you can come up with some better pick up lines than the last guy. and well. you being you, being you. i guess you can, eh? and pass with brass balls and a diploma, at that.

from psychodyke :

beginning to leave myself notes...

from industrial :

fantastic of you to condone my lurid night-walking fantasies. they've nearly overtaken me some days- reprimand be damned, i have absolution!

from sick-of-me :

so happy birthday and stuff. i miss your face. i will be back around tomorrow. we should make plans.

from miss-megan :

hey. remember not to forget. what you write = truth= beauty = I wannna you. xo

from backagain :

I found you today. Thank you.

from sick-of-me :

my lack of inspiration saddens me.

from sick-of-me :

ive got 25 bucks and a cracker...do you think its enough to get us there?

from sick-of-me :

merry christmas my beautiful sandy skirt wearing girl-thing. i miss you. come play.

from sick-of-me :

oh...and thank you by the way...for caring...for everything.

from sick-of-me :

you make my head spin.

from sick-of-me :

like i said...i know i shouldnt be jealous...there's no reason to...i have nothing to be jealous of...i just am...maybe because im childish and stupid. and im sorry i leave...but i feel no need to sit here in silence letting you be pissed off at me and not say anything.

from miss-megan :

*poke* I'll play with you till you scream 'STOP!'.... and baby we're all better than this it's just that sometimes it's the only thing we can do.. run screaming into the traffic and the fog. xo xo.

from miss-megan :

ok. so I adore you. ok so you put it right. ok. so there is nothing left but screaming and writing and drinking and fucking... I won't tell you it will get better, cause I don't even know... but can I say. I understand. and you are better than this.... BETTER.

from sick-of-me :

yea...once upon a time you lived down the hall from me...and not only did i get to talk to you everyday...but i got to see you everyday...i miss that time. i miss circus peanuts under my pillow...and scary bikinis laid out on my bed...and kitties who always slept together...and watching the game show channel all day...and knowing that if i was bored...i could walk down the hall and suggest a game of dr mario.

from miss-megan :

so I don't even have words to say. this is probably best left to some email. but here. i am writing this here. can I say that I know, that I understand enough. that I have no idea where one goes from here and what you say to new lovers and what to remember and what to forget.... that I find yr words saying what I never knew I wanted to. that I do regretable things, that I am regretable. I am handing out kisses and phone numbers like they are some worthless currency... and I just don;t know anymore. my two closest friends leave for 3 mths to paris in less than a week. this summer is left to fucking and lithium with them away... and with them held captive in 'couple land' presently.. I won't be at the airport. because I hate airports and goodbyes. and when they return I might not be the same. last summer almost killed me, the aftermath has left me reeling... and I'm rambling to a stranger who lives in another country. xo.

from sick-of-me :

i did not know that you call me london. you asked...so i answered. im still dying by the way...and trying my damndest (is that a word?) to think of a way to reply.

from sick-of-me :

oh yea...and you should update.

from sick-of-me :

so we still have 3.74 rolls of film to take....did you know that? i bet you didnt know that. well...we do...and also, this is me...really disliking your new work schedule...but also being really happy that you are playing with sick little kids....and maybe a bit jealous...but more happy than jealous...and even more sad that i havent talked to you in what seems to have been decades.

from sick-of-me :

wow was all i could think to say after i read that entry. actually...its still all i can think to say.

from sick-of-me :

wow.

from sick-of-me :

*le sigh* if only you were right.

from sick-of-me :

i wish i knew how.

from sick-of-me :

"i will bring my heart and i will bring my face....you name the time and place"

from surrealgrrl :

Thanks for the support grrlie...means a lot. D-land = free therapy for you and me... ;)

from anat :

the teepee is gone at my sister's room, replaced by a gazebo. but do you remember that little cement and wood wall next to it? or was it there when you were there last? anyway, its a prime fucking spot. and if you wanna do the porn exchange, email me your address, sweets.

from miss-megan :

yr last entry left me shaky. fucking beautiful xo

from sick-of-me :

so once upon a time you disappeared and i didnt talk to you for 2.7 years or something...okay...so maybe its been a week or so...but geesh...come play already.

from whip-smart :

Good stuff.

from sick-of-me :

hey x....lets dance. all night long.

from inyourarea :

girls when you're taken.. these words are like cheating... "let's dance."

from sick-of-me :

ineffective communication skills as manifested by inability to articulate in the presence of a certain squinchy eyed girl related to severe nervousness and butterfly stomach not a result of any plausible organic cause.

from sick-of-me :

so i bathed and washed my hair (for the third time today)...and the sand will simply not go away. i just found some hiding in my ears. *huge grin* you, my beautiful, sandy, skirt wearing girl thing....you made my day and my week and my month.

from miss-megan :

honey, sorry I took off like that. urgent phone call and then had to leave and attend to people. I hope we can speak again soon. ;) *big love*

from miss-megan :

honey, sorry I took off like that. urgent phone call and then had to leave and attend to people. I hope we can speak again soon. ;) *big love*

from miss-megan :

hey doll, thank-you for yr comment. I like yr writing lots. I have added you to aim. ;) hope you don't mind. *big love*

from sick-of-me :

sorry about that. he was not supposed to be here. i had almost forgotten how quickly he makes me want to kick him in the face. never will i make that mistake again.

from surrealgrrl :

i feel your words like salt in a fresh cut. don't stop writing- you're mesmerizing, i'm lost in that place i know so well...

from inyourarea :

toilet: spray & hover...& words jingle you're familiar, as i may (be)

from sick-of-me :

maybe.

from sick-of-me :

honey, you are not "that girl"...you are "the girl." and yes...you are "she"...she who has forever changed my world...and she who will never be anything less than amazing in my eyes for that simple reason....(and she who takes the place of the pronoun in all my crappy writing)

from greytanit :

I made you a favorite because I am addicted already. You echo what I've felt, so sharply, so vividly, it almost makes me feel like I'm reading a dream--familiar, haunting, lingering...thank you...

from quantum87 :

Mon ami, there is no need to thank me for my comments on your writing.. Just know I dont hand out compliments to every writer that comes my way, im brutally honest. Keep writing, keep inspiring.. A bientot

from quantum87 :

..Just stopped to tell you I became lost in your entries.. Lost in the un-percieveable meanings.. Lost in the lines that I couldn't get between.. Lost in beauty..

from sick-of-me :

the novel isnt ready yet.

from sick-of-me :

can i take a sneak peek look under the surface? and can you show me what's there?

from sick-of-me :

tell me something i dont already know.

from sick-of-me :

sometimes you make me want to be sick?

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