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I like dinosaurs.
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[12 Feb 2008|05:42pm] |
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"Who cares? It's just a tube." -my dad, on the colon
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[10 Feb 2008|10:17pm] |
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THESE PHOTOS ARE VERY CUTE I WISH IT WAS ME FEEDING THE BABY GIRAFFE I HAVE BEEN LUCKY TO HAVE FED A GIRAFFE BEFORE. I ALSO WAS ABLE TO SPECK WITH THE PEOPLE IN KENYA WHO HAVE THE GIRAFFE HOUSE THAT WOULD BE MY DREAM TO BE ABLE TO DO WHAT THEY ARE I LOVE GIRAFFES AND I HAVE MY WHOLE LIFE THEY ARE A GREAT SWEET ANIMALE AND I WOULD DO ANYTHING TO HAVE ONE AS A PET BUT THAT CAN NEVER HAPPEN BUT I CAN DREAM THAT I DO
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[13 Dec 2007|11:59pm] |
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To forget would be both a blessing and a curse. To be rid of all the pain and horror that haunts you, would help to make those wounds disappear. But to sacrifice that was has be learned from that pain, might not be worth it.
I freely admit that I live in the past. I find solstice in it. I cannot bare to forget things. In my eyes, it is almost sacreligious. I know first hand what it's like to forget. To look upon your family, upon people you see every day and not have any idea who they are. Once i started to remember it scared the hell out of me that i could forget, and to be honest it still does. I still have moment when my mind goes blank and i know nothing, who i am, where i am, what I'm doing, its like being swept into an eternal darkness for those moment, completely lost. It's one of the more horrible and scariest things...
I"m afraid now that I'm starting to forget again. Everything is become blurred, as i suppose it does with time. But i don't really have any more reminders to help me remember. Nearly everything from home has been destroyed. Everything that i loved and cherished is gone. All the pictures are gone. All the links to my family have been broken. All i have now is what i can remember from stories, which are fading from time. My history, my past...all being slowly erased.
The good times have all been a single perfect lie.
It's been said that without a past you can have no future...is my future being erased as well?
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[12 Dec 2007|08:40pm] |
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I don't know about the rest of you doorknobs, but when I watch porno I watch porno to enjoy myself. Why is it, then, that so many porno editors decide that the greatest thing in the world is switching from a so, so hot chick to a hairy, nasty ass and balls? Seriously that looks like someone shaved the ass end of a fucking goat. The absolute WORST is when it happens right at the moment of orgasm - I'm staring at the chick's cooter or whatever, kleenex at the ready, then BAM, the screen is filled with the devil's tetherball set and I'm feeling strange about my orgasm for the rest of the day.
One of these days I'm going to meet the person who thought that was a good idea, and I'm going to shit in his heart.
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[17 May 2007|05:06pm] |
I'm going to take a poetry class and am terrified.
There once was a person called Sam
Who, for lunch, always had half a ham.
As he was in great haste
He thought not of the waste
That unthinking young person named Sam.
There was an old woman whose marrow
Had become both quite brittle and narrow
So she filled up on milk
And slept only on silk
That kind soul of unfortunate marrow.
There once was a man from Bordeaux
Who acquired a cast iron toe
When we asked whose it was
He replied “One whose flaws
“Are the only part I’ll ever know.”
There was a kind person from York
Who took meals with a spoon and a fork
When offered a knife
He’d cry out with great strife
That cowardly creature of Cork!
There was a young waif called Deanna
Who was forc'ed to eat a banana
When they cried “Down the hatch!”
She replied “What’s the catch?”
A suspicious young person, Deanna.
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[23 Dec 2006|01:27am] |
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It's a good thing I'm leaving tomorrow, because my lightbulb just burned out.
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[25 Aug 2006|12:17am] |
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Yesterday I was sitting outside and a baby squirrel threw a nut at me.
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[21 Jun 2006|02:21am] |
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Well, well, well. Well well well well well. Well well well well well well well well well well. Well.
Here I am at home here at home. Now I think: I can't believe I drew on my walls! and: I don't even remember doing that.
I'm pretty restless. If anyone's up for Saint Pete's or Marsh Creek, well, so am I. What a happy coincidence. So call me up and maybe we'll go there.
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[23 Mar 2006|05:26am] |
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Here I am. Hanging around.
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[16 Feb 2006|03:18pm] |
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I started reading this book when I was around seven or eight. For the record, I am now thirteen and will be fourteen in a little less than two months. I absolutely fell in love with this book when I found it on a book shelf in my first grade classroom. While I am sure older readers will fail to appreciate the wonders this book has to offer, for a beginning reader like I was, it is a treasure that paints a picture in your mind of how the story plays out; never mind a lack of description or reality. Unfortunately, I never was able to finish this book, for it was stolen from my cubby hole before I was even halfway through, and I could never find it in any library so that I might finish it. However, from what I read that I can remember, it's the perfect book for the first grader in us all. And now that I have found it here, I am sure I will order it someday soon, and get re-aquainted with the first grader in me.
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| Thanks (a poem) |
[20 Aug 2005|11:23pm] |
Thanks for this and thanks for that
Thanks for the shirt and thanks for the hat
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[15 Aug 2005|09:33pm] |
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Hello, my name is Emma Grace Alpern and I go to Bird College. Please send suggestions to:
Emma Grace Alpern
Bard College MSC 608
PO Box 5000
Annandale-on-Hudson, NY 12504-5000
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[30 Jul 2005|04:00pm] |
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Dear Everyone in the World
a poem by Emma Alpurn
leaving in one week
lost my telephone
I would like to see you
unless I wouldn't
c 2005
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[06 Jul 2005|07:55pm] |
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( storytime )
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[05 Jul 2005|09:14pm] |
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Does anybody have Upattinas-related pictures that they could give me? I'm making a photo album.
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[04 May 2005|11:35pm] |
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