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The Boy, The Bird, & The Rose.
'contra mundum'
JEREMIAH JOHNSON
Lafayette, Louisiana
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and just not giving a fuck.
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28.8.09
Hello,
I want to know more about you.
You greatly intrigue me.
Your eyes are intricate, but
your face is expressionless.
I can only continue to beg to the
gods to put you in my path--
to allow us to someday collide.
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When
ughhh.
It's here.
blow by blow.
Sexy bitch.
Hello,
Holy shit.
I had forgotten
I told you!
Oh Heidi.
Knock-off?
yayyy.
Note to self:
Tidbit.
Day one
Oops!
Days later,and I'm still weak.(sigh)
Project Runway Season 6.
Mmm, what you say?
bitching session.
Heads Will Roll.
something new.
...[T]he necklaces adorning [his] neck and chest...
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and tonight's gonna be a good night.
pro bono.
yesyesyesyesyes!
i fell in love.
delayed delayed delayed.
Also, while perched on
It was one of those days
perusing.
The Last Cheap Drug.
Apple of Amber
a heart, the light and truth.
No IDEA?
Notes from Underground
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