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Intro [Feb. 25th, 2007|02:52 pm]

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quick question [Dec. 23rd, 2005|05:14 pm]
[mood |worriedworried]
[music |Finch - Fireflies]

Anybody seen our mod...she appears to be slightly missing?

ethereal_x where are you?

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Tis the Season... [Dec. 18th, 2005|02:36 pm]
I'm looking out my window, popping ibuprofen over my morning coffee, and I'm amazed. Fat, wet snowflakes are racing down to the world. Maybe it's the hangover, maybe it's my current worried-dramatic mood....but it's beautiful none the less.

Gloriously dazing, world consuming and memory jolting. I stood with my arms open in winters cold embrace and remembered. The countless winter days, under too many layers- sweat freezing to my young skin. Dancing, rolling, falling, and laughing in mounds and mounds of snow. Joyous days long gone, smiles disappeared from my lips.

But today
I got it.
I fucking got it, I grabbed it- I held it.
I reveled in the memories and age couldn't hold me.

Bruised my foot, damnit. Covered in snow and rolling through the heaps of wet huge snowdrops. Laying in my own snow angel, I lost it again. But I smiled.

For one brief, shiny moment I was that snot nosed kid again. Wearing too much pink (thanks mom), my mop in a mess and flying everywhere, gapped tooth grin open for the world. (thanks for the braces too)

Sappy huh?

I laid there and was buried under flowing drops of nostalgia. Gods...I was happy for that instant. Now...well, I'm still smiling. And under 3 blankets, sniffly, and laughing at myself. Think my little outing will help my cold?

I'm in a mood, I'm not ecstatically happy...not anymore. But, I'm not miserably depressed anymore either. Content...I haven't been here in so long, almost missed what it truly was. Feels good.

cruelestofsmiles (© 2005) aka Mandy
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(no subject) [Dec. 12th, 2005|07:56 pm]


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It's snow angels in the night with eskimo kisses and bitter fights
you know this is wrong with mittens entwined,
" I've seen your breath for the last time. "

I shouldn't have to try for this, I shouldn't I shouldn't have to try.

But when life's curve balls hit you smack in the face
,it's hard to do most things.
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(no subject) [Dec. 11th, 2005|11:11 pm]

to keep this community going i will give an "assignment"

explore the beauty in an everyday oject...look at with wonder, see it for the first time.
your response can be a photo, a drawing, a poem, anything!
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Introduction [Dec. 7th, 2005|09:39 am]

[mood |cynicalcynical]
[music |ben harper: diamonds on the inside]

name: harmony
age: 18
location: washington (state not city)
religion: agnostic secretly fading to atheist
favorite subject: science and art
favorite piece of art: too many to choose... I really love MC Escher especially.
3 favorite books: The Little Prince, Harold and the Purple Crayon, Just So Stories
3 favorite bands: Elliott Smith, Aimee Mann, Counting Crows
3 favorite things: Twirling, Tops (the child's toy, not the clothes), sharpies
3 thing about the world you hate: (not obvious things like war, ignorance, discrimination, etc... just assume I hate those) needles, grey snow, squishy french fries
your hero: Friends, family, my sixth grade teacher, a few musicians, a few artists, anyone that is capable of happiness.

I'm feeling really off lately... I don't know what it is, but I'm absolutely morose... I walked home three miles in the cold and snow yesterday trying to clear my head and I just felt worse. I think I'll be okay after this a couple weeks, but right now I just want to be able to be a whiny emo-brat and not have someone tell me to just shut up about all these insignificant things bothering me.
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(no subject) [Dec. 6th, 2005|09:45 pm]


name: Pearl
age: 17
location: ottawa
religion: Jewishly agnostic
favorite subject: music/psychology
favorite piece of art: I don't really have one.
3 favorite books: Wicked, Perks of Being a Wallflower and Writing on the Wall.
3 favorite bands: I don't really have favorites.. I'm really into Tegan and Sara, Metric and The Faint recently
3 favorite things: cynicism, love, music
3 thing about the world you hate: pretension, ignorance, radicalism (if that's even a word..)
your hero: N/A

Share something:

I think I'll share a little bit of raw angst I wrote last week. It's not art, but it's something that meant alot to me.

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(no subject) [Dec. 6th, 2005|07:21 pm]

name: Jett
age: Sixteen
location: Ohio
religion: Christian
favorite subject: Psychology
favorite piece of art: The sky.
3 favorite books: House of Leaves by Mark Z. Danielewski, The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath, and One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest by Ken Kesey.
3 favorite bands: The Beatles, Ani Difranco [She's not exactly a band], and Radiohead.
3 favorite things: originality, creativity, surreality.
3 thing about the world you hate: War, routine, and strictness.
your hero: I have no hero.

share something

My good friend, theuglycasanova wrote this.

Once upon a time there was a tree. This tree was magnificent in size, bigger than any other tree in the forest, making it very conspicuous. The tree had many friends that liked to cavort around in his branches. Day by day and night by night they enjoyed the presence of the tree.
One day, a little boy came up to read in the comfort of the tree’s shadow. The bindings of the young boys book was so worn that you couldn’t even read the title. Everyday, the young boy would journey out with his worn book to seek refuge under the tree. They became fast friends. The boy told him of many visions he had, of the future, of a happy world. The boy’s vivid imagination inspired the tree, and the tree was happy.
Then one day, as the boy made his daily walk towards the tree he seemed somber. He told the tree that he was leaving and would not be able to see him ever again. He then turned his back on the tree and took a stick to the earth. He illustrated a young boy reading a book under a very large tree. Then, without looking back, he left. The tree wept.
As time went on, the boy grew. He collaborated with many men and constructed himself a very large enterprise. At the peak of his career he decided to build one of his markets in his home town. He took a plane home and mapped out the location. As the construction crew gathered together they noticed a large tree in the way. With only one resolution in mind, the once-young-boy took an axe. And swung.
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(no subject) [Dec. 6th, 2005|09:55 am]

name: Megan
age: 20
location: VA
religion: very interested in Buddhism
favorite subject: music, sociology
favorite piece of art: i love the simple yet powerful postcards at postsecret.com
3 favorite books: the catcher in the rye, celestin prophecy, the bell jar
3 favorite bands: ani difranco, tori amos, fiona apple
3 favorite things: music (i play violin), my kitten su ling, roller coasters
3 thing about the world you hate: organized religion, president bush, capitalism
your hero: my mother

share something
Color floods to the spot, dull purple.
The rest of the body is all washed-out,
The color of pearl.

In a pit of a rock
The sea sucks obsessively,
One hollow thw whole sea's pivot.

The size of a fly,
The doom mark
Crawls down the wall.

The heart shuts,
The sea slides back,
The mirrors are sheeted.

--Sylvia Plath
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(no subject) [Dec. 6th, 2005|01:42 am]

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