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literary voyeur ah, I finally looked up from the screen to find a few links and suddenly I am wonderful amused and once again, madly in love... it's all her fault and I most definitely have this craving for kangaroo poo all over me... yes, I would like kangaroopoo all over me... as long as she doesn't cook anything, I suppose... and then she can just settle in my lap and we can read stories together before drifting off to blissful sleep... or something like that... I am so easy... the writers groupie, the diary slut, the journal whore, literary voyeur, that's me... she's just so much literary adorableness and I add her to my list of sites I never have time to revisit but wish I did... unless, of course, she comes right over and becomes a real person and then, as a friend, I would visit her more often... probably... there really ought to be about a hundred hours in the day since the internet came along, ya know?... like I don't even have time to keep my own web world up to date (even without dates, if you know what I mean... I know at least a couple of people do)... I feel so bloated... or is that watered down?... watered up?... diluted, yes, that's the feeling... I feel so diluted... spread too thin too... I hope I am not wasting my time, for I could be doing many other things... but words keep calling me back... and front... and side to side as well... even when I have nothing to say... and just as suddenly, I am quite thirsty... thirsty for something cold and refreshing... maybe it was the Pink video I was hearing that distracted me from my recent obsession... they come and go so quickly these days, these irresistible obsessions with internet writers... and speaking of distractions, I like the new Moby video... the one with the little greenish alien dudes... not that I like the fact that it's an accurate reflection of the indifference and lack of awareness humanity exhibits today, and the song itself is basically a late night slow down song for the dance floor, since the lyric is so repetitive... but it's cleverly done and don't leave me all by myself is a classic thought and plea I certainy can relate to and so can most people... a good subliminal hook... I definitely need more music in my life...
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I love you all for coming... for reading all these words for every click feels like more love (I know that sounds absurd) if I could only tell you... one thing more tonight I'd say I wish you could come home with me and be my friends for life |