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Evelyn
I close my eyes and imagine the dark hills I would have to cross / to reach you. For I am in love with you / and this is what it is like or what it is like in words.
Carol Ann Duffy
When I grow up, I'd like to be a cream puff. A cream puff with apricots, or even a plain one. Lukewarm at the bakery. In the window.
Jeux d'enfants
No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better.
Samuel Beckett
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2007
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January
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- *302 - it's decaying right in front of me
- *301 - panda
- *300 - i'm sorry
- *299 - bouncing grapes
- *298 - what am i to do?
- *297 - STAGNANT
- *296 - intestines
- *295 - pickuptruck #2
- *294 - extraordinary machine
- *293 - sun's in my heart & i'm ready for love
- *292 - i can see your knickers
- *291 - e.brew
- *290 - buzzzz (busy as a bumblebee)
- *289 - rrrrr
- *288 - i see so much magic
- *287 - soup
- *286 - Nokia hair
- *285 - rainyday
- *285 - where boys become men
- *284 - revelation! period = tired
- *283 - hard rock cafe
- *282 - every 8th of the month is a good day
- *281 - dance class
- *280 - swimming lessons
- *279 - latte lovin'
- *278 - let me make YOUR day (:
- *277 - cough
- *276 - pictionary woes
- *275 - amateur rollerbladers
- *274 - magpie and pigeon
- *273 - twenty oh seven
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January
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