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| quote: | Originally posted by boris_the_bear
what a shit house. i love nature but glass walls are just over the top. it's anti-cosy |
Boris' Plenty-of-Pets Diary
February 12th, 2011 22:33
Robbed by an ex-detective pimping a monstrously plump 15 year old with fat braids of red ribboned black hair dangled about her bald toy doll. Perhaps I should marry, for my own safety.
February 13th, 2011 04:14
I dreamt of home back in Sunny. I had snuck out of my room to demand a goodnight kiss from Mama, which had been denied me for Father would have been annoyed by my kisses on Mama in front of their guests whom they were hosting at the dining table; and as I was not yet permitted to stay for the whole dinner I was sent to bed at the midsupper bell, 'against my heart.' Yet when my tears were pardoned by Father, and Mama, obliged to stay with me during the night, did so without scorn but with a maternal love which made me feel small, I felt shame; a shame in front of women my entire life - yet, girls...
February 13th, 2011 13:46
Meditated on a 'Floating house' thread on TA today; I often feel we (the Girl with One Sock & myself) live in a lighted house of glass, & that perhaps any moment some thin-lipped parchment face will peer through a carelessly unshaded window to obtain a free glimpse of things that the most jaded voyeur would have paid a small fortune to watch.
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When a wise man gives thee better counsel, give me mine again: I would have none but knaves follow it, since a fool gives it.
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