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    dotsJournal: Harumphdots
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    Mood: The Usual

    Just about ready to head out to the MFA in Boston. I view the trip as forced subjugation (for reasons that are to obscure and irrelevant to get into deatil here) but I plan on viewing gorgeous works of art and being inspired.

    ...Created 2006-04-24 11:34:40

    dotsJournal: Sweater Girldots
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    Mood: Thinking...

    Ach, Friday again. I can't believe it! Just finished my sweep of mid-term exams (I think) and it's time to focus on the rechage period of Spring Break. I have a few decent books lined up, some of which I'm already delving into. On the overall, I seem to have pulled a selection of Surreast fiction, including Nadja, a romance. If I start getting weird, call the authorities.

    ...Created 2006-03-03 11:40:17

    dotsJournal: Spring Tetsuodots
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    Mood: Sigh...

    Things always go better with warm weather. The funk, the bundling and the constant drip are getting out of control. Could somebody push the button already?

    ...Created 2006-02-26 16:26:35

    dotsJournal: Mr. Peabodydots
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    Mood: Brain Fried

    Ah yes, domani domani. President's Day and I'm all aflutter. I can sleep in late, go get an oil change and a haircut, have a chance to be inspired from some unknown force... Monday will be a groovy day.

    ...Created 2006-02-19 17:09:56

    dotsJournal: Tai Pei for Teadots
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    Mood: Tired

    I'm thinking it's not just that it's Saturday, but that I'm at work.
    Work.
    Work.
    Employment requirement.

    Blah...

    ...Created 2006-02-18 09:15:02

    dotsJournal: Bougainvilledots
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    Mood: Moo! 0.o

    Monkeys dance in green leotard... run leopard!
    Skitter free willy-nilly and past the cobbler's shack.
    A pox upon m'lady, boils and puss runneth over.
    Captain Kangaroo is feeding Elvis his dinner.
    I'm sane.

    ...Created 2006-02-11 10:18:16

    dotsJournal: Barginzola twosdots
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    Mood: Moo! 0.o

    I'm in the market
    for a cheap pair of pants.
    Blue, with little pockets
    throughout.
    I can place my marbles here,
    or my jacks there,
    it doesn't matter
    as I'm simply window shopping
    for the moment.

    ...Created 2006-02-05 16:07:29

    dotsJournal: Personal Artistdots
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    Mood: The Usual

    I have a nude
    hanging in my study
    who I pay by the hour.
    At three, seven and nine
    she speaks of older days,
    when artists held respect.

    She said once
    in a Thursday show,
    that screaming Off-Broadway
    placed no loose change
    in her pocket.
    Abstraction doesn't keep
    the lights on,
    and Miss Saigon was a territorial bitch.

    She tried being Marcel Marceau
    on the Rue St. Denis.
    The idea was there,
    she reminisced,
    but mimes are too quiet
    and movement distracts.
    Grease-paint hid the bruises,
    yet left a rash.

    She shared her Sunset Boulevard,
    an undiscovered gem
    living in a cornfield
    beneath the greyhound station.
    Shattered asphalt and blue lights,
    an audience of Johns.
    Her back against a brick-wall stage,
    the subsidies paid the rent.

    These days, she works
    the more selective room,
    a crowd of one,
    c'est moi.
    And when she's done
    three shows a night,
    she panders critical acclaim
    for my applause,
    earning respect
    she thought lost.

    ...Created 2006-01-29 15:00:08

    dotsJournal: Moral Compassdots
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    Mood: Dead Sexy

    The monkeys,
    she said quite plainly,
    clipboard gripped tightly
    to her chest,
    have nearly finished
    their work on the dictionary.
    Sequestered away in a secret cave,
    far above
    on the surface of the moon,
    they have but a few
    slight
    minor
    changes to the English language.
    The personal pronoun,
    He,
    shall henceforth
    be substituted with
    Bobo the Wonder Chimp.
    The noun,
    Writer,
    shall from now on
    be referred to as
    mud chicken.

    ...Created 2005-10-25 17:13:17



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