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jester the dead
01 December 2017 @ 08:18 pm
This is my limb extension.
A.K.A. the place for SPAM,
random outbursts of thought
and most likely sudden spurs-of-the-moment.
Where words, thoughts, and worlds are Randomized.

These are short snippets of now
that are pieces of the puzzle that is my life.
 
 
jester the dead
25 January 2009 @ 09:13 am
a friend said, after it didn't work out with a boy, "at least I can be proud that he was the one who confessed to me first."

and how everything was the other way around when it came to me and my story, i realized that at least i could say i can be proud of having the guts and courage more than any other boy who could have been honest with their feelings, said it but didn't.

because when someone asks me, "who said it first?" and when i reply, "i did," their reactions are always different that i used to not know whether it's an embarrassing fact or not. but now i could simply be proud of being more gutsy than some, for trying to take that risk that other boys won't. i'd like to think i'm a little braver. at least.
 
 
jester the dead
17 January 2009 @ 05:58 am
ooooh.

i get it now.
 
 
jester the dead
14 January 2009 @ 09:24 pm
Girl: I love you.
Grover: I love you too. (pause) But what is love?
Girl: what?
Grover: Wha-what is love?
Girl: Um, love is something to do with hugs and kisses and a warm feeling inside.
Grover: YEAAAAAH! Boy...love sounds great.
Girl: Mmmm.



http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yETx9H-Yrqk&feature=related
 
 
jester the dead
13 January 2009 @ 01:31 am
“Dying is simple,” she said.
“What’s worst is… the separation.”
When she no longer spoke,
they lay along together, touching,
and she fixed on him
her beautiful enormous round brown eyes,
shining, unblinking,
and passionate with love and dread.
“Last Days”
Donald Hall
 
 
 
 

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