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Gabriel Elizabeth Thybault
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| horses eating each other |
[Nov. 3rd, 2006|03:38 pm] |
have not seen apperisions for some time
waiting for banqou to return
and my spelling skills
migrain, kickin my ass, yet i like its calming affects |
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| hormones. |
[Oct. 29th, 2006|01:29 am] |
.and history
growing from not knowing
but int eh mean time
    
the leaves never blew through my hair.
because i put them there myself |
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| mistaken electric shocks |
[Oct. 22nd, 2006|05:37 am] |
| [ | music |
| | sugar cubes again | ] |
brushin the teeth for your enemy
cover your foolish nature in plaid
and wish them all the happiness they can find |
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| ..ive been hit with your charm... |
[Oct. 21st, 2006|12:21 am] |
...totaly still...
eyes wide open
I was happy by myself
Accidently you seduced me
tell me your gone
despite me already knowing
 
mysterious penny powers |
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[Oct. 19th, 2006|12:53 am] |
Today is a birthday
They’re smoking cigars
He’s got a chain of flowers
And sows a bird in her knickers
Ohhh...
They’re smoking cigars
They lie in the bathtub
A chain of ... flowers
Eg og hann, ég og hann...
Björk
This wasn’t supposed to happen
I was happy by myself
Accidently you seduced me
possibly no
I lie in my bed, totally still
My eyes wide open, I’m in rapture
I don’t believe this.
stop it.
  
i want someone to notice how many freckles i have.
see me. |
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| "I can help the next customer!"...after i euthenize myself |
[Oct. 16th, 2006|12:13 am] |
notions to do
notions i have
ancient wheel of confusion venturing over a new slur of problems
not gonna trouble myself, at least as much as i could be
"..can i hide there too, hide any where from him...seek a worthless...sensitivty" |
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| in the waiting line for amsterdam. |
[Oct. 14th, 2006|11:27 pm] |
rag-ady-anne at work.
there till 11;17.
even my drawn on smile faded due to the new time regulations..among othaj thangs
making buttons, pushin buttons, and mellowin to music is makin it right again.
im breakin out like a cactus on payday.
 
I want to be a sherpa again. where the steady rocks and my unstable heart were the only things to ponder on...
...ill lead my goats to refuge
..away from this earthly confusion...
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| entertaining the orchards |
[Oct. 10th, 2006|02:44 am] |
tired.
in more then one fashion.
cant really find a place to rest.
sept maybe 1st and third hour.
my unfinished bonzi tree
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| feels internal |
[Sep. 9th, 2006|01:10 am] |
 
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| smoked salmon |
[Jul. 20th, 2006|02:07 pm] |
| [ | music |
| | Iron Jawed Angels | ] |
henna leaves are not for teas
they are for beautifying the soul
and some hair follicals
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| marmalade on rye with tea |
[Jul. 18th, 2006|11:23 am] |
expectations are funny things.
showing up spontaneously throughout the day, in one way are another.
the good ones, the bad ones, the ugly ones.
perplexing...is how we react to each
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| the loogie never makes it past my passenger window |
[Jul. 16th, 2006|09:25 pm] |
| [ | music |
| | Garden State a Soundtrack | ] |
just a funny, well almosy humerous tale to tell.
so,,^~` im driving home from work, decide to go retrieve some apple pie from the lime light of gingaville ("Krogers") and as im driving back to the homested i started eating it frozen
(anyone whos knows me knows i have no patients for things such as defrosting)
so im eating it and some apple juice starts dripping down my hand
so at the stop light i naturally just start licking it off and it didnt look good...no explanation needed
and there is a truck full of construction guys pulled up beside me and they start hootin and holeraninianan and i lok over, realize what im doing and one of um gets out. ah. dot dot dot
so i flor it out of actually idk i felt scared...for my pie for some odd reason... haha
and yadah yadah yadah the pie falls in my lap and there we are back where we started |
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| driving through the fisherman's town. |
[Jul. 9th, 2006|01:23 am] |
and the moon followed me home.
self therapy. curse or cancer?
100 dollah dollah bills ya...spent on material goods, to replace the confusioin.
  
<>O<> i like doing silly things. but, its becoming a very TEA-dious endervour. I want to go lunching, in pretty little dresses, with curls, or somthig liek it.
.......I want every aspect of my day to be pritty. Like an old victorian house with gabels and rustic greenhouses aged with terricotta and toil over herbs.
~I want to go on an adventure that doesnt end up anywhere, but makes up for miles in enlightenment and fresh air.
anyone wanna brunch? with pritty dresses and tea on a ship heading for coppenhagen? |
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| such boundless bliss. |
[Jul. 6th, 2006|03:52 pm] |
i'll save it for later.
so i'll let go.
i made the best dinner i have had in ages. light. culinary masterpiece.
and i ruined it with crackers.
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| i wish you out of the woods. |
[Jul. 5th, 2006|11:51 am] |
| [ | music |
| | Practical Magic Sndtrck | ] |
and into a picture.
crafty is as crafty does, and this week i do alot of crafts.
a piece of the pie chart, which represents the spectrum of myself
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