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I apparently have WAY! to much time on my hands *sneeze**sneeze* eeh i always sneeze twice, never once. Well like i said i've got alot of time on my hands and i guess this is wht you DO have when you are sick. So i am sitting here....and i havent sat here in a Long long time but i got bored and well..like i said...i have alot of time soooo i decided to search for her. She is a damn good artist and most likely the besr i've been able to know. So eh i wanted to search for some good art but she is pretty hard to find. Also i've gotten over the fact i am searching for her , now i am basiclly searching for a book that i really want and really cant

I had vowed never to return to the Ave again but I swear, I'm not going back this time. It's always a risk. At the very least the scent of incense and patchouli that hangs heavy around the hippies and college kids ( whom on a sunny school day pack the dirty street like a third world market place) should be enough to keep me away. That scent is the best to be hoped for. Today it was rainy. If a trip must be made, the rain makes the Ave a bit safer to visit. It's emptier in the rain. There's less people - less hippies, less street merchants, less halfhumans pushing "doses, shrooms, doses", sotto voce, to anyone who doesn't look like they came

  A show of hands, who wants to die? Current mood:  aggravated I lied. I said I wasn't going to do this again. It's not that I woke up this early, it's that I never went to sleep... well, except for what I suspect to have been about ten minutes. I just woke. I dreamt of a beautiful girl I haven't seen in quite a while. As usual, she was a complete mess, but this time when she showed up to the wide open door of the flat I don't own, on the top floor of a Hollywood tower that does not exist, her lifestyle was wearing through her beauty. For once she looked worn, old beyond her years. She attacked me in the mirror as I fought to do my make u