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[Sep. 14th, 2008|12:06 am] |
From forth the empty Space Between Have I been dragged into Hell Least Creation, my mantle now Exile, not punishment enough. |
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[Sep. 14th, 2008|03:41 am] |
It's raining.
A simple statement, implying wetness.
It's raining, and this petit cafe will be closed soon.
The obvious, implying impending motion of moi.
It's raining, the boys at the counter are eyeing me with wistful distaste and clear wishes to return home, and I, Pierre, continue not to live anywhere.
It's raining. |
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[Sep. 14th, 2008|03:41 pm] |
It is nice weather at last. I have been awaiting the winter. |
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[Sep. 14th, 2008|04:32 pm] |
....Bloody hell! |
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[Sep. 14th, 2008|07:09 pm] |
( Hermes ) |
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[Sep. 14th, 2008|08:54 pm] |
Finally, I've decided where I'm going to buy a house! I'll be looking for a little while, I'm sure, but I've got some help so it shouldn't be too big of a problem. Scratch that. Found a very nice place.
Does anyone else live in Boston? Anyone know of any good shops or places to visit? Maybe even some place that sells chocolate? |
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