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    Currently Stalking: ruejacobs, SAGITTREVEALED

    Journal: 31 Days to go
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    Mood: HMMMMMM.
      
    My mind spins reeling in sooo many different directions.
    Site after site clicking through them scanning each page. I sorta like this crisis of faith, and why sell myself short? I click onto another page read through, more talk of things I've heard him utter. Summerland. and power and stones, and everything rushes like drugs through my system, clicking into place. Bringing me higher. The stone around my neck sparked this intrest.And I sit here observing his diety answer him, wondering why mine is still MIA. STILL.

    My Secrets For today:
    1. I'm sick of dumbing myself down, I'm ashamed to be who I am. I'm sick of wearing masks for people I can't even fucking stand.

    2. This has been a long time coming that I'm over-hauling my religion. Maybe weaving in a little more wicca. Am I a traitor?

    3. I wish that Karma was working a little faster on Christine. Am I a bad person?

    A not so secret:
    1. I love Bryan with my entire being.

    2. Im going to be late to class.


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     Inappropriate
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     Maggot Infestation.
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    oh, my Angel Warrior...
    how i love you.

    -Mummie

    | Posted on 2008-11-25 16:18:01 | by ruejacobs - [ Reply to This ] -
      
    silly Kitten...

    of course she scratched you back. lick those wounds. put a band-aid on. don't bother worrying about lesser mortals' opinions of you. what is her opinion to you? her words are puffs of air, nothing more. i can see her three years from now, balancing an ugly baby on her hip...wearing false teeth... wading amoung dirty dishes and diapers, moaning about her lot in life... maybe dodging her drunken live-in boyfriend's fists...wishing she was as clever and resourceful as you, while you finish your college degree and begin a far brighter future than she could ever hope to imagine.

    never concern yourself with the sentiments of your victims.
    | Posted on 2008-11-22 00:01:15 | by ruejacobs - [ Reply to This ] -
      
    that's the spirit.

    i still have the sniffles. i rather miss not being a mouth-breather.

    just like i miss having feeling in my toes and fingers (blasted cold weather!)

    love and kisses,
    hugz n misses,
    schoolbooks and bail-out crooks,

    Mummie
    | Posted on 2008-11-19 19:49:34 | by ruejacobs - [ Reply to This ] -
      
    Carreh!
    Thanks for the fav's addition on Burning Hair and Love Affairs and the comment on my untitled piece.

    I agree with the "this too shall pass" line, but since the person who the poem is written for always says it to me, I figured I'd add it in. I'll try to find a way to make it less....awkward I suppose is the right word.

    The Burning Hair piece was a hard one to write only because it brought back so many memories. I'm really glad that you liked it though.
    | Posted on 2008-11-18 22:51:17 | by was_i_ever_real - [ Reply to This ] -
      
    The Hatter said, tossing his head contemptuously. `I dare say you never even spoke to Time!'

    `Perhaps not,' Alice cautiously replied: `but I know I have to beat time when I learn music.'

    `Ah! that accounts for it,' said the Hatter. `He won't stand beating. Now, if you only kept on good terms with him, he'd do almost anything you liked with the clock. For instance, suppose it were nine o'clock in the morning, just time to begin lessons: you'd only have to whisper a hint to Time, and round goes the clock in a twinkling! Half-past one, time for dinner!'

    -charles lutwedge dodgeson
    a.k.a. lewis carroll

    | Posted on 2008-11-18 22:30:24 | by ruejacobs - [ Reply to This ] -
      
    Oh my Angel, how you can reduce me to tears with just a few strokes on your pen (or a tippity-tapping on a borrowed keyboard sending out a morse of sweetness)!

    i am still a bit sniffly, but nothing as bad as before. and i am glad that you enjoyed my poem, Little One.

    also i am glad you had a nice time at Stevie's party. is he still as nervous about the pinatas as he was when he was two?

    love and kisses,
    hugz n misses,
    Mummie
    | Posted on 2008-11-17 21:57:12 | by ruejacobs - [ Reply to This ] -



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