photography: bloody nose
10/14/2008 04:15 p.m.

I'm not a narcissist, but I play one on the internet.
03/04/2008 09:01 a.m.

Too many poems.
08/13/2005 07:01 a.m.
I have a hundred poems here now. That's a lot. Too many. I used to delete the ones I didn't like so much, to keep my library from getting too big. Now I don't like to delete any, because I worry that I'll forget about them, and then I won't know what happened to them. One hundred. I don't like that number. It bothers me.

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Someone's reading all of my poems.
08/07/2005 10:01 p.m.
It happens. They never say anything, they just read everything. I wonder who they are, and why they want to do that. Why they didn't stop after one, or two. Some faceless/nameless, out there, searching for me, looking through a forest of words.

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Can't sleep, but that's not new.
01/21/2004 09:26 a.m.
I don't know why I spend a lot of time on this site. I really don't read a lot of the poetry here. I have a hard time finding any that I like. I have a small group of people that I read regularly, and when I stray outside of those people and just click randomly, I'm more often than not disappointed. That goes a long way to discourage me from trying harder to find new people to read.

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Funny, or maybe sad, or maybe nothing.
01/05/2004 08:56 p.m.
My most commented on poem is about James Meakim's LiveJournal icon. Which is funny or said or maybe neither of those things, but I don't know. I guess LiveJournal icons can be valid sources of poetic inspiration... Or not.

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01/04/2004 04:24 a.m.
Words are useless.

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Everyone should write poems about the Golden Girls.
12/31/2003 03:55 a.m.
You just should. It's the right thing to do. So why don't you go do that?

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Now she's gone, and I don't worry.
12/29/2003 07:14 p.m.
I love being right when I think bad things about people. It just reaffirms my view that most people on this planet really are fucktards and I'm not just being paranoid. Of course, I'm a fucktard, too, and prone to paranoia, so you can't win, really, ever. Damned or damned, you pick. Cake or death?

Oh, I'm bored, and I already added to my lj twice already. This is a stupid journal entry.

I can't decide what poem to delete. I'm getting down to the ones I really don't want to part with, anymore.

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Merry Christmas!
12/24/2003 08:50 p.m.
It's Christmas time, and I'm rather uncharacteristically full of good cheer, so I hope everyone else has a nice Christmas, too.

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