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from libraries :
i like that i ca leave you notes here, even though there's nothing to read. remember when?
from violet-sneer :
dear ian, i am on a binge of message leaving, because, as i have previously explained, i am excessively bored. so. here you go. i'm going bcak to my own house now, to sit alone, and by myself, and wish i had the internet, so i could sit up all night geeking it up. but i don't, so.... yeah. anyway, heart. i need to come up with a new closing. how about...... lvufirvr? or.. or... sewidezkewl. or, maybe, even, urftrtrdwfhtpns. god, i'm so funny.
from in-shreds :
i thought you were dead. are you dead? maybe you died. i'm not sure. fin.
from indie-anna :
ian, are you back!?
from in-shreds :
so, here's the thing. you should write me something sometime. like a tiny message saying, hello. i would enjoy it. a lot. the end.
from pyxie :
its good to read yr words again.
from violet-sneer :
hey, you, are you coming or what? tell me so i can make you a bed! i have a kitten. i thought you should know. she is black and white and i almost named her panda. but instead it is cosette. she's very nice. heart, plural.
from idiomatic :
ah ha ha you listed tanglespine as one of your favorite diaries.
from in-shreds :
keep your covers up around your ears, and don't peek out into the night. just stay snuggled deep, quiet and barely breathing, soft and warm as a tiny baby panda.
from mistakemade :
i always <3 yr words of wisdom. you make me happy ian, i <3 you and you should come visit me in my new room. xoxo
from bourgeoisie :
im addicted to this
from dumb-john :
Saith I, yea. Son of Man, take up thy pen and tell thy brethren in Chingachook: hi there!
from olgaping :
hmph. well, if you feel that you must. although i don't like it a bit, i don't. *to be said in a crusty british accent*
from bourgeoisie :
beautiful writing
from in-shreds :
you are lovely, aren't you.
from in-shreds :
why would you say such a thing to me. oh mylanta. i blushed.
from indie-anna :
absofuckin'lutely darlin'. hardesty actually gets back friday nite as well. we have big plans to play all day saturday & hit a neighbourhood bar that nite. the more the merrier. :) sooo... tell me, are you back back or just visitin' back? *crossing my fingers* pleeeease say yr staying. pleeeeease. call saturday morning or something. kay. see ya soon. <3 xo.
from dumb-john :
ah, fuck you and yr camel too. xoxo, your blackened wizened soul.
from dumb-john :
you're alive, you're alive. good. okay: Sirius Socrates particle decibel hurricane dolphin tulip Jonathan Ian Jonathan
from indie-anna :
last nite i dreamt you were driving a pimped out teal coloured impala. it even had hydraulics. GET YR ASS BACK HERE! & if you ride into town in a car like that - man oh man. 05.20.03
from indie-anna :
when are you coming home? i want you to be my steve albini. :) hardesty will be back for 3 weeks starting june 20th, and i hopehopehope all of us will get to rock. come back. we miss you. <3 xo.
from indie-anna :
& THIS city is waiting for you.
from indie-anna :
this is gonna be a long one. i'll try to make it as brief as possible, though i've already passed the point of no return by explaining how long it will be at great length. so. i was talking to my band - well, the kid who started it with me (we now have 2 more people) - and we want you. whether or not you end up wanting to play with us & crap, i dunno, but i was telling him about all yr recording businass, and i also believed i referred to you as a "MASTERMIND" with great force and conviction. so. the question is, when are you coming back? for reals yo. and when you do come back, wanna be a producer? ;) gotta go find a practice space now. hope yr havin' fun. <3 xo.
from indie-anna :
IAAANNNNNNNNNNN!!!! when are you coming back!? i'm in a band now, got lots of cool toys. hurry back. we miss you. xo.
from indie-anna :
miss you dude. :)
from indie-anna :
you'll definitely have to come out before you go to maine. okay. talk to you later. school > > > ughhhh.
from dumb-john :
you are not the only person to masturbate in the bath, I am afraid to inform you. This doesn't mean you're not special though, my beloved boy.
from indie-anna :
ahahaha. fan.tastic.
from indie-anna :
panties is so much worse than undies. ;)
from dumb-john :
that's one beauty ahh. hey, i'm coming to chicago, where are you?
from violet-sneer :
remember when we used to leave silly notes all the time? yeah, those were the good ole days.
from mistakemade :
dude! i'm still in town and i've called you like a thousand times!!! how come no one ever answers yer phone? heh heh, call me sometime!!! i wanted you to come last nite to this party we had but i couldn't get a hold of you...but we will be having another one soon...we have much left over. ha ha ha i'll tell you the story later. call me!!! <3<3<3
from indie-anna :
yep. you can visit soon soon soon. i just hafta wait until things settle down a little, and i have, like, a phone, ya know? haha. i'll keep you posted.
from dumb-john :
hi.
from dumb-john :
Ah, finally you are turning your life to a study of useful things. You can learn more about shrinking heads at http://www.straightdope.com/classics/a980731.html -- this is like Dianetics for people like you and me.
from kneesocks :
dude, my friend was on price is right last spring! their band was on tour & they went to be in the audience for the hell of it & he got called up. he totally sucked ass at everything & lost - but he did get to spin the wheel. oh, and my older entries thing is doing that too. wierd. xo h
from dumb-john :
John Brown... as in abolitionist John Brown? As in Harper's Ferry John Brown? As in terrorist, fuck-up-the-Union John Brown? I WANT A SHIRT!
from indie-anna :
i think that you should make a t-shirt outta the postcard. god, i love that store.
from dumb-john :
oy� j�f�! My gosh, don't you just love la-bijou? I've just read your DADES/Blade Runner note in his/her guestbook, and I should like to recommend more books to your reading list -- that would be, umm, "Only Apparently Real" by... um, some guy (Michael Bishop?) and "Divine Invasions" by Lawrence Suttin. Actually Suttin has a whole crapload of Dickiana out there, he's like Christopher Tolkien in that respect, only more hobbit-like. Um, anyway, PKD _loved_ Ridley Scott's "Blade Runner." He loved the money it got him! His only caveat was that the movie studio wanted Dick to pull DADES out of print and write the movie tie-in to "Blade Runner." Oh Dick was tempted -- they were dangling $100,000 in front of him, which could get him many many 8balls and a new kidney to do them with. But he died before he could scream "YES!" and call his drug dealer. Profit from his example.
from the-bijou :
Loved your note(s). And I am also surprised that, thus far, I only have one crazy.
from dumb-john :
here is the eternal problem with tragic stories with dumb, mute protagonists who talk within themselves constantly with half-imaginary people who spin into a palm tree or something and die -- nobody hears their stories. This applies to perfect crimes as well. so we must necessarily be flawed in our tragedies and endure, if only so we can tell that many more anecdotes. --- Erik Estrada frothing at the mouth? My dear boy, what a remarkably complicated up-level pun/metaphor to use simply to sublimate your oral-genital fixation! love, La figlia che piange
from in-shreds :
sleep well toe tangle boybird thing. nobody sees your dreams.
from dumb-john :
'uh-oh' is right, my schwing-schwingin' ian! i've converted to albigensianism! would you be interested in some literature?
from mistakemade :
hey, no worries. we'll just have to kidnap ya for next time, so keep that outfit on hand. you will die when you see our pictures...oh man, we were god awful. it ended up being just 3 people so next time will be HUGE! you should come all the way out here and visit me...ha ha. dude, i have to go to work. i'll talk to you later! <3<3<3
from dumb-john :
such a godawful small affaire, for the girl with the mousy hair
from dumb-john :
i know what you're doing! i know what you're doing! i have cameras in your mirrors, satellite surveillance in your hair! bad, bad, BAD IAN.
from tangcrusader :
you. i meant you.
from tangcrusader :
hrm. when i came to your site i had every intention of screaming at your for your anti-hippie diaryring. but then your turned out far too awesome to scream at. smash me, i dare say. you rock.
from violet-sneer :
the wind is blowing heat from the east. i wonder. i wonder are you there? blended invisible with the feathers and weightless seashells? wrapped inside the little pink one? in search of my warm pocket?
from autumnal :
somehow, some way, youre being naughty
from dumb-john :
you are still the bomb diggity at last report. let no one ever tell you different.
from indie-anna :
dude. you kick my ass. cut the mullet is BY FAR my favourite. oh godddd... i could listen to it forever. we're gonna find him, i promise you.
from blackkorn :
quoth the raven,nevermore...
from dumb-john :
comments on booklist. YES on VALIS. YES on C�line-- "voyage au bout de nuit" is essential. Also "Death on the instalment plan." Proust? I read that my froshling year while doing laundry. YES YES on Flann O'Brien's "The Third Policeman"; essay "At Swim-Two Birds" as well, and after that "Finnegans Wake." NO on "Wittgenstein's Poker," I thought it shallow. Read the Tractatus or Blue Notebook and listen to Momus instead. Hakim Bey... oh well, okay. TAZ is funny. Suggestions: "Male Fantasies" (2 vol.) by Klaus Theweleit. "The Origins of Consciousness In The Breakdown of the Bicameral Mind" by Julian Jaymes. "Without Feathers" by Woody Allen. "Les Gu�rill�s" by Monique Wittig. "The Great War and Modern Memory" by Paul Fussell. Okay, enough of me now, go read.
from dumb-john :
ah well, but 'tis but a delirium, my friend. good morning! so: no to "Windtalkers"? My future is suddenly that less bright. Have you seen "Minority Report"? Have you read VALIS?
from tanglespine :
damn, how did I know this was gonna happen. oh how greatly I am afflicted with the woes of this virtual diary realm!
from indie-anna :
dude. ian. you are the bomb diggity. and sadly, everyone and their mother feels it neccessary to remind you. ;)
from dumb-john :
yes yes! you da man! you da king of bling bling! you da bomb diggity!
from youlostme :
yes! bring down the "bomb diggity!"
from dumb-john :
whoa! and I thought _I_ was f***ed up! i usually don't experience schadenfreude nor exhalt from the miserable human condition, but somehow your eloquent suffering makes me uncharacteristically proud to be a hunger artist just like you. Get well soon, and I promise you I will attempt the same. The next 3 cigarettes I smoke will be dedicated to you.
from tanglespine :
whoa, shit! oooops
from tanglespine :
*test* ♥....♥....♥♥♥♥♥....♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ weeeeeeee!
from youlostme :
feel better, kid.
from xscratchx :
vous avez raison � c�t� de moi mais j'ai besoin d'un avion. je peux sentir la distance, chaque fois que vous respirez.
from violet-sneer :
i really was here. painting in the other room. i left the sound on so i could hear in case you came back... but you did and by the time i reached you.. away you were. carried off by pixies and other winged mischeif makers, i'm sure. have a good day muffin face.
from youlostme :
nice laundry! ooolala. (my goodness, i think i'm turning into a dirty old woman)
from lostwithzeal :
Okay, so I don't really own a TR-808, just a MC-303, which has an 808 simulator in it, but is nothing like the real thing. Kick me out if you must--I just thought it was so cool that you had a ring for something so specific that I had to join, even if I wasn't quite specific enough.
from zamaroo :
i ate crayons as a kid... the yellow ones were the best. i'm not fat. :D
from violet-sneer :
now my music can't be loud enough. i just keep turning it up, but it seems to get quieter instead. and i feel things creeping in my skull, but they won't go away. they won't control themselves. how do you fix a problem like never loud enough music? how.
from sleepygirl :
You are right. Some of the best things DO happen by chance. Otherwise we would only get at most what we plan for. That would be quite boring.
from violet-sneer :
sir, can you please open your money clip a little wider, and also buy me a pony, some short pants, a yacht, the amazon river, and if it will fit into a biodegradable paper sac, perhaps the planet saturn? or the horsehead nebula.. whichever. oh, and also, a duckling. and a pinstriped shirt. and a plaid tie. a punk rock attitude and maybe a flower tree.... also some peachy rings... mmmm fake fruit... thank you very much for giving me absolutley nothing i ask for. p.s.- you are a theif. p.s.s.- your typing is wonderful though. heart. in a jar.
from violet-sneer :
excuse me, but did you send me mail, or were you just commenting on the staggering number that was located within my mailbox? cause if you sent me mail... i sort of deleted it in the hussle to rid myself of a million barbie girls chanting "rate me guys!" or "hot young thing from south carolina!" and such. sorry. i'm a monster...
from violet-sneer :
i ruined a whole roll of film. pink glittery acid washed, and bronze badgers fucking with all the works. when i saw your name lit up in a day dream, i thought of how tired the whole world made me. but when my mood ring turned purple, i smiled out loud.
from violet-sneer :
shall we take a walk on the wild side? i'll fight the tigers back, if you promise not to let the anacondas get me. hooray for sunflowers and cloudless skies! come on come on! before the vampyres come a creeping!
from mistakemade :
"you're the new revolution, the angst filled adolescent. you fit the stereotype well." i had rise against stuck in me brains. wanna go jelly fishing?
from violet-sneer :
mm. so cute, buried under broken bones and too soon coffins. i wish you were in my pocket right now, so i could keep you from being real at all. protect you from the things no one can protect you from, the things that no one should even attempt to hide under blankets, with toes. close your eyes and dream of waves. washing you away.
from olgaping :
hmm...getting the bubble juice in your mouth? did anyone tell you that you're meant to blow out when you create bubbles? ;)<--to indicate that i'm playing and don't intend any ugly sarcasm.
from violet-sneer :
clear glass, shrouding eyes and breaking me in half. why is forever so far from today.
from youlostme :
Happy birthday, kid! Though, that's probably the last thing you'd like to hear. I raked leaves on my birthday. And then I jumped into the piles.
from sleepygirl :
Mmmm, drinking alone on birthday, I did that too last time that came around.
from violet-sneer :
what have you done, babyshakes? what oh what have you done. this is disasterous. somebody forgot to set of the warning siren, cause the tornado has come and gone, and it took a tumbleweed of tangled words with it. is there any way to recover these lost articles, or have they made it all the way to oz?
from olgaping :
is it just me or are there some bits missing? is this common practice? am i making a faux pas?
from sleepygirl :
The kid on the tractor looks like a high risk for cheek-pinching by overly fawning girls. Awwwwh! (sorry; I couldn't help it)
from violet-sneer :
you can sit with my good china. a whole shelf just for you and a million tiny wildflowers to paint on your sides, velvet wrapping tightly around your ears.
from mistakemade :
leaving you notes on a computer in study hall makes me feel like judy jetson passing notes in class...do you see what i mean? ha ha
from violet-sneer :
it is so sunny and warm here. i tried to mail it to you, but the sun was just to big to fit into the envelope i had, and i didn't have enough money for the bigger size. i picked some flowers for you, they are in my bak pocket along with my horoscope (you loooooove me!) have a good day honey-honey, smile lots and don't step on cracks (unless you want to break your mother's back). peace out or some nonsense.
from violet-sneer :
cloudy here too.. i saw maybe three, and made three big wishes... but still... it was far from the 'stars falling like rain' i was expecting. crazy cyclops... one of my wishes was that he would not eat my toes. i hope it will come true..
from mistakemade :
such cute new pictures. makes me jealous that i wasn't there! ha ha hope all is well! i will see you this weekend! <3
from zamaroo :
boo! (=3
from mistakemade :
damn straight, you a fan of the pabst! pang and i dove into a dirty thirty last nite...it was funny, you would have had fun. we need to get pissed one nite, yes. ha ha
from mistakemade :
well, i haven't been getting on much lately (i.e. this weekend). i've been getting out, trying to concentrate on happy thoughts... i'm doing a bad thing, dude. i am totally going against myself... yep, we's drinking...gettin a bit smammered. i'll catch ya later and talk about how i suck. adios, kid. my love goes out to ya!
from violet-sneer :
cute boy, thank you for being so good. thank you for the cyclops, it rocked my socks! *mwah* and a twinkle stone too.
from sleepygirl :
Hey, 20 is a good year! Have I mentioned that your "cranky old brit motorhead" description of The Fall is great, that certainly brings a smile.
from youlostme :
carbination RULZ! with a z, of course. (that's extra good.) i like buying coke and freezing it and having it cold and delicious all day...you poor boy, i feel your soda deprived pain.
from mistakemade :
werd. that would be the most fun! i think i may take you up on yer offer...hows bout we get all dolled up and hit the streets? sound good? i's excited...
from olgaping :
who says neutral boys don't count? not i. and the first one i read was the one just before the one where you lay bare your addiction to the bubbly sugarwater. i'm not allowed to turn off my lights for more than a few seconds-i may just fly off the road. and nobody wants me roaming the skies in my little white car.
from violet-sneer :
cute girl? who me? no way. you should get more sleep i think, you're going bonkers.
from the10thfloor :
that's it! when are we going to the cit-ay!?!
from mistakemade :
well, i's never good at keeping secrets...you ain't silly! i'm glad you went with us, i thought you were gonna stick around with em...that would make me brain ache. anywho, i'm not the only one who thinks this, but dude, yer fucking rad. really. and is "she" can't figure that out, maybe because she doesn't deserve you...i dunno. just a little teenage insight. ha ha now, i must be off to another day at the labor camps. god i hate my job. i can't wait until i move (june 1). that'll be great. city venturing all the time. (maybe this time we'll find that damn bus stop!) goodnite and have a pleasant tomorrow!
from violet-sneer :
anything but worthless.
from indie-anna :
i'm havin an attack. i gotta get the clinic back. ;)
from indie-anna :
i'm havin an attack. i gotta get the clinic back. ;)
from violet-sneer :
i will be online tonight... maybe at nine. i will talk to you then, if you are here. if not, have a good day.
from youlostme :
pictures getting increasingly more enjoyable. and so are the words. you, sir, are special. and i don't mean that as "retarded!" I promise.
from violet-sneer :
you are way too cute for your own good. you made my whole day better. when i sat staring vacant my mind wandered and i smiled. you're the best. no thank you.
from indie-anna :
the 3 new pictures... keepers my dear. they're keepers.
from violet-sneer :
you thought you got the last word in. oh but you didn't. so no no no. this is one battle that i will not stop fighting. no! also, thank you and i'm sorry. booya!
from indie-anna :
dude. photo booth or no photo booth?
from indie-anna :
heehee. the picture, dahling. the picture.
from indie-anna :
ian~ did you do that? i like it lots & lots. :)
from youlostme :
you are wonderful...i hate my brain too. but! i think we could probably cure that with ice cream.

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