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Language has to be beautiful in a way the world cannot be. (Hopler)
The world is clanking: noun, noun, noun. (Willis)
You think / I am speaking in riddles. But I am not, for // The world means only itself. (Warren)
The world is clanking: noun, noun, noun. (Willis)
You think / I am speaking in riddles. But I am not, for // The world means only itself. (Warren)
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9 comments:
i need to be in provo.
last night i get back from the theatre (seven brides for seven bros) and the light in my room at the hostel doesn't work so my roomies have it propped open so that they can get drunk on vodka and redbull (could there be a nastier mix?) as they get ready to go clubbing. they sprayed lots and lots of cologne (red bull + cheap vodka + cologne. can there be a nastier smell?) i swear they are all 15 years old.
when i woke up this morning there were at least two extra people beyond my roommates passed out in the beds or on the floor of our room. wow, london night life.
Are you going to watch Scooby Doo every Tuesday now? Or just solve mysteries?
And which member of Mystery, Inc., are you?
I'm the sexy one, of course. Velma.
Oh, sad day. You're right, Tuesdays will never be the same. It makes me feel so special that I get the allusion and Master Fob doesn't (no offence). I'm not sure if the Scooby Doo comparison really works that well, though. It is really only appropriate for the moments when editorgirl suggests we "split up". . .
My guess is that it's a Poetasters allusion, since you're talking about Tuesdays, but beyond that I have no idea. I feel very unspecial. :(
Damn. Did we decide I'm Daphne? Damn damn damn. Can't I just be the dog?
No, you have to be Daphne. Because she always goes with Fred.
he he he
Hmmmmmm. . . maybe I should be the dog.
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