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[27 Dec 2006|12:24am] I would sacrifice my own, lord, all of it, just so they were happy. If you exist, under any plain, under any light, under all scrutiny, please grant me. Once. I ask nothing for myself. -------------------------------------------- This, here, is for whom shook my world today. Although, you know, when I flicked through my diary book, I found love today. And I returned it. Somebody, appears to love me. I don't know why, or how, but I think i'm loved. And how that feels. Oh, how that does. Time dessicates my muscle, but it does not massacre my heart, hips or head. I respond, with undiluted love. Distantly, yes. But I am one for pipe dreams, as you know. Today, someone made love to me. Not literally. No, i'm not that lucky. But it's nice to be made love to distantly, rather than fucked, literally or otherwise. And I was. And I feel every minute, every lip on skin, every breath on my chest, every kiss on my forehead. You have been my protege, but baby, you don't need me, you're so in control, so assured, so on the way you don't need any direction. I would love you, deeply. The only thing that holds my heart back is that fact that you're in another place. The biggest tribute I can give you is...this. I would have you in my arms in a minute, in my sheets, my thighs, my chest, and my shoulders, if you wandered in tonight. I think you and I could change a thousand years history. And shit, you're cute. One day, sweets, we shall meet. -------------------------------------------- Bolb, Richi, and Phylly drank in the New Inn. Last night, for the three. A sad night, but a good and great one too. My Bolby and her beau, the night before we are to be parted. Not for long, but bittersweet. I am sad, but I am glad, that we were there, all there, tonight. Yes, i'm smashed now, but i'm happy. I write my most sincere posts when i'm wankered. And I take extra time too. And i'm happy I got wasted tonight, because I needed it. Richomoto (tm) and I walked back. I gave him a farewell hug and sent him off with good feelings. I love my friend, and I will miss him. Very much. Goodnight. Get your lovely gas giants here!

[27 Dec 2006|12:35am] I wished you were here. I thought of you bashing the jukeboux, upsetting my diffident demeanour, laughing loudly at me as I tried to coax the coins out. I thought of you nuzzling up to my neck, telling me it didn't fucking matter if they were throwing me disparaging glances, because you loved the way I looked, you liked the way my hair hung down in my eyes. And that it wouldn't matter, because we were going home together. And you loved the way I stumbled home. Because the snow melted on our lips. Because the pavement gave way underneath our steps. Night. 1 Petty criminal| Get your lovely gas giants here!

Danson: the rebuttals. [27 Dec 2006|12:45am] Danson: Hey baby, What say you and me go on the yellow brick road, eh? Woman: What say you piss, off, you obelisk cunt. You look like a gavestone made out of piss, with a wanker's epitath, you eagle's scrotum. Get your lovely gas giants here!

[27 Dec 2006|10:57am] I wrote that stuff last night for someone i've never met in person. I may never even meet them. Sigh. But if I ever do, bang. Yeah, i'll say bang. Bang. What's Bang in Spanish? Anyway, back to work for me. My holiday is over, while most of you lot are lounging about in your pants, covered in baubles and turkey. You lazy slags. Get your lovely gas giants here!

[27 Dec 2006|03:38pm] Back to work, back to the ridiculous. Nothing like a party of ten with a screaming baby in tow. Especially when they order food forty five minutes later than they're booked. As in, at a quarter to two. Wonderful. Because that's exactly what you want when you're out for a meal, isn't it? Someone ever so considerate soul bringing in a gurgling, screeching, pusball of a child. Urgh. Not much else to tell you. I'm off to scream. Get your lovely gas giants here!

[27 Dec 2006|03:51pm] Being over thirty doesn't dampen my need for killer grooves and ass-shaking rhythms any. Late contender for tune of the year, is "10 lil' crips" by Snoop Dogg. Usually his beats and rhymes are slack, lazy and not my kind of thing at all, but this song swings with sublime menace and elastic raps. Very nice indeed. Produced by the excellent Neptunes. See? I can still groove, me. I just need a nice sit down afterwards. Get your lovely gas giants here!

[27 Dec 2006|04:05pm] Watching Team America last night, i'm reminded just how fucking hilarious it is. Like this bit, when Gary has to do a Rocky style train-up before he sets off to rescue Team America. This is the bit that made me almost cum laughs out of my tit-anus. Montage The hours approaching, just give it your best You've got to reach your prime. That’s when you need to put yourself to the test, And show us a passage of time, We're gonna need a montage (montage) Oh it takes a montage (montage) Show a lot of things happing at once, Remind everyone of what’s going on (what’s going on?) And with every shot you show a little improvement To show it all would take to long That’s called a montage (montage) Oh we want montage (montage) And anything that we want to go from just a beginner to a pro, You need a montage (montage) Even Rocky had a montage (montage) (Montage…montage) Anything that we want to go from just a beginner to a pro, You need a montage (montage) Oh it takes a montage (montage) Always fade out in a montage, If you fade out, it seem like more time Has passed in a montage, Montage . Especially that last line. Jesus Christ, man. Oh man. Now get out! Get your lovely gas giants here!

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