joined on 11/17/05
last updated 05/13/09
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about me
I am 29 but dress like I am 12.
I like pez.
I don't like fish.
Sometimes I hate Tuesdays.
On the fray blase
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Ennui –
Pronunciation: ân'wee
[n] The feeling of being bored by something tedious.
I came across this word while reading Chuck Palahniuk’s book Invisible Monsters last night. I knew the word, but never really gave it credit where credit is ...
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Myth and Meaning - the thought of my own Cassandra
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Did they tell you that what you are is not what you should be? Because I understand that now, and it’s fucking up me. When you held court did you accessorize a smile, one to match your jewels and robes and one to cover your curious eye?
I can s...
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Tonight
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Yay! Off to Daddies house for a sleepover!
Silence
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Okay so this is not pervy but still.......
One of the hardest things to learn is silence.
What grace do we disguise beneath the decadence of words? An over abundance of questions, like ornate and indulgent tapestries set to cover a beauty im...
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"Write" start and a Perv resurfaced
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I do not blog here, as I am sure you can see. I blog at livejournal so much that I fear two blogs may become cumbersome and time consuming. It appears as of late however, that I am meeting some interesting pervy folks that are probably worthy of a...
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Ennui –
Pronunciation: ân'wee
[n] The feeling of being bored by something tedious.
I came across this word while reading Chuck Palahniuk’s book Invisible Monsters last night. I knew the word, but never really gave it credit where credit is due. But now as I sit here in writer’s whimsy, I think to myself, ahh yes, the great ENNUI. All hail to the cloud points and sun face, my life is dedicated to what? It is dedicated to the unbeloved ENNUI.
Now I understand what this feeling that, t...
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Did they tell you that what you are is not what you should be? Because I understand that now, and it’s fucking up me. When you held court did you accessorize a smile, one to match your jewels and robes and one to cover your curious eye?
I can see your smile in my mind. A red line divided by skeleton finger tips. Polished teeth, and face, and intellect, with just enough shine to appease the voyeurs of your life. Shakespeare in all his poets glory painted you a lunatic, a raving beauty with ...
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Yay! Off to Daddies house for a sleepover!
Sat, January 7, 2006 - 5:27 PM
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Okay so this is not pervy but still.......
One of the hardest things to learn is silence.
What grace do we disguise beneath the decadence of words? An over abundance of questions, like ornate and indulgent tapestries set to cover a beauty immaculate. Useless mumbles of a primitive language which can decimate a moment, when it is that moment that did not require further plumage. It’s like adding glitter to a gemstone or candles to the sun. The futile effort. Our greedy little minds.
Tue, January 3, 2006 - 9:19 PM
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I do not blog here, as I am sure you can see. I blog at livejournal so much that I fear two blogs may become cumbersome and time consuming. It appears as of late however, that I am meeting some interesting pervy folks that are probably worthy of a few words. One particular BAGG Dom comes to mind. I like your energy and your steady yet conniving eyes. From Domme to Dom I must say – the way you play intrigues me.
Nonetheless this site is meriting at least a small and maybe inconsequential b...
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