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September 9th, 2004
09:39 pm - WHO ARE YOU???
WHO ARE WE??? WHERE WERE WE??
TIME WILL TELL.
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May 23rd, 2004
09:10 pm - emotion blown out the side door
so i ran downstairs only to discover everyone had forgotten it was night. a shroud of darkness. dishes left to dry hours ago. most importantly, the side door wide open to the neighbourhood audience. i really liked how the cold hit me. nightfall's frigidty, family's forgetfullness- these were somehow the most welcome i have felt all day. usually i forsake any attentiveness to my physical surroundings to the meagre distractions of unassuming people. in order to feel a part of the world, i should let the world feel a part of me.
once, when we left the side door open late at night and i was too busy reading my socials ten text to notice, a swarm of bees injected themselves into our kitchen. my brother and i killed them all by turning off the light, which caused them to fall to the floor in confusion, thus allowing us a great segway towards destruction. we found a nest outside the next morning.
i used to study all the time in the backyard. when there were these hobags taking up residence in the basement suite next door, the preteen daughter watched me. and once when i was walking she told her friends (scraggly boys, of course) that i was always reading in the backyard and then they called bookworm insults to me from accross the street. looks like the joke was on her...im pretty sure i kicked an a out of socials ten.
one day when i am not an honest stranger i will invite everyone to study in my backyard.
-short essay
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May 17th, 2004
11:13 pm - take you home
you are just an open box of suggestions
you will not read them
you will destroy them
but you just need to grow up
-stitchpicker
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May 15th, 2004
08:15 pm - saving face
so my father is listening to joni mitchell. so my father met joni mitchell. and not just a choked, backstage pass kind of met. back in the day of his youth, well, his relative adolescence, he met her at a house and she invoked his architectural knowledge to give her inspiration for her own abode. i have never heard the rest of the story, perhaps that was all there was to it. the story never ends because he is listening to her record now.
my mother met colonel sanders and he totally came on to her.
i'm not lying about that either, though i don't like to think about it. apparently his white suit was grease-stained.
one thing i really abhor is when trees grow too close to windows. though they hold friendly intentions, they pierce my cheeks and induce tears.
one thing i'll never be able to do is carve correct emotion onto satisfying canvas again. i can just sense it. artists may be in perpetual exhale but eventually they have to breathe in. this is why joni is saturated by his special recipe, why the tree becomes intruder to imagination.
spell check entry before posting
you're looking at the simple page
you're looking at the simple
you're looking
-short essay
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May 13th, 2004
05:43 pm - you know it is summer when...
you smell that summer air. today i smelt it. i remembered that freedom comes with that smell and freedom is just around the corner.
-monomaniac
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May 10th, 2004
05:55 pm - Hopelessly in Love
Y'all know something funny? My mom, and dad just found out I'm dating a black man. They are not impressed. So what if he eats cornbread, and likes to indulge by spending most of his money managing his cornrows? I have no problem with that. I love him, and if they can't understand that fried chicken is here to stay then that's their problem.
-Chocolate Love
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May 9th, 2004
10:35 pm - this is my last chance
i wish i could just fastforward the next two years of my life. lately i end up feeling guilty and bad about EVERYTHING, and become really avoidant. we are not the same. yesterday left me feeling really let down about everything; the summer, my friends, the person who i thought i was and maybe pretend to be. sometimes i really wish i could disconnect myself from myself.
-stitchpicker
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May 4th, 2004
08:19 pm - familiarized visitor
in keeping with our vicinity-defined identity, i thought i would recount today's adventure. a dear friend returned from the foreign land of north burnaby to take in the city's sites with me. a yearning for a "hearty" lunch would undoubtably lead us to whi te spot, an unfortunate haven for a former nwss hearthrob (we spent all lunch wondering why everyone thought he looked so good in our early adolescence), a large horselike girl, and even an online soft porn celebrity (though i dont think she had a shift t oday). the food always seems somehow sub-calibre...perhaps due to the fact that it comes from the hands of formula's drummer...the main thing about white spot is, we never actually want to go there, but are subconciously linked for eternity to its darkene d booths.
aloha cleaners was not expelling the same delicious scent it usually does. im pretty sure that diffusion is poison....whatev.
moreover, the dollar store has greatly limited its selection of 2 for 1.00 choc bars. seriously, who actually buys j ersey milk???? not to offend, but its just a block of all one thing. nevermind.
and then someone came home late and he forgot what day it was.
he does homework while looking out the window and yells to noisy neighbourhood urchins to "go to bed."
tomorr ow i drive from the city in the back of a caravan. ™
-short essay
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May 2nd, 2004
12:19 am - keeping diaries
this livejournal business is rough. until now, i have prided myself on the absence of a diary; the exception being one of the academic persuasion that was meant to record emotions surrounding, put simply, art. but since efforts for marks are rarely efforts for self i discount that.
here, it feels like we must maintain upkeep. kept blank, the electronic canvas will curl up or blow away.
today someone told me a secret and drilled his head into a pillow.
i looked at the city from a new angle.
felt embarassed in front of old dilemmas.
see, we were reading his notes, he caught on, and started writing HIS NOTES IN BOLD BOLD CAPS FOR US TO READ FROM A FAR.
and tonite i saw those stinging eyes through his unfortunate silver insectoid shades.
we tried to sell but found family to be the best customers.
we made accidental loud statements in front of important open doors, thought we saw a couple we knew but they never pulled a three-point to acknowledge our existence.
hiding face proves to be more and more difficult.
and uggghhhh bad memories.
-short essay
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May 1st, 2004
10:23 am
Ahh... the pink panther...
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April 26th, 2004
07:16 pm - the lane
im tired of being afraid of everything.
fear consumes from the inside out. the fear of fear is worse though. that has a scientific name, but it escapes me. escape. that would be a treat. why does my dad always keep his glass here? why is that one the only one without glasses? he's coming back. i'm leaving. there's a car in the lane and its wheels are screeching.
one time this man told us to write using the surrealist manifesto as a guide. i never did it and have thus regretted it ever since.
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April 23rd, 2004
08:15 pm
Preston
Primo
Durant
Sancho
Enos
Virgil
-which one should be my baby's name?-
Can you go to a butcher shop and ask for rooster? And for the beak?
-monomanic
big brother is watching you...
Current Mood: enthralled
Current Music: kidz songz vol. 1
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April 21st, 2004
06:29 pm - sweatshop union
last nite some of us had some work to do. we met at the kitchen table well no, we met at neil douglas guitar studio well outside, then we went the candy store and bought some imported vitamin c coke flavoured..okay this is a run on sentence so i should stop. so then we set to work.
( Factory )
-girls terrible twosome
Current Mood: ![[mood icon]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/square/y/happy.gif) accomplished
Current Music: the band- the weight
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06:11 pm - Last Sunday
I wish it could be last sunday... but then I don't.
-monomaniac
Current Mood: indescribable
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April 20th, 2004
11:33 am - missing it already
today i felt freedom for the first time.
i understand what they worked for. for revolution, for liberation, for Moníca. for a latin american identity. experimenting with the dissapearence of my own identity has given me a taste of what it might be like without one. maybe i should just write some magic realism and be done with it. whatev, i've got nothing to do, but can do everything. so this is what it feels like.
-short essay
Current Mood: mexican
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April 17th, 2004
12:05 pm - 22nd street - the core of the world
Current Music: blonde redhead - in particular
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11:14 am - saturday
I-Hop for breakfast. I love a good stuffed french toast... you can never have too much m. syrup.
-fingriss
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April 16th, 2004
09:55 pm - number one
Today is the first day of our live j's existence. Hopefully, no one will ever expect to meet the solemn single owner of these memoirs. Because, truth be told, there is not one owner but many. Our thoughts are so explicitly interwoven that we cannot bear to separate their souls from one another. Can thoughts even have souls? You be the judge. The most pressing piece of information for the moment is that which unites us all. For we are all dwellers of the same strained locale: THE CITY OF NEW WESTMINSTER. We live day by day, surrounded by hills and heritage homes and the mighty fraser river. This is our place to divulge all that happens to us here...and there.
-monomaniac and short essay
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