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&__mise.en.garde //: September 2007
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In the true sense of the word, I've grown ugly. Saturday, September 29, 2007. Whats the point of writing something, of taking all this time and effort to create something, that people never look and never appreciate? Wednesday, September 26, 2007. Like so many other things, it did not matter. This was her brief but bittersweet victory. I made an explicit effort to post this at 11:11 but I missed it. x x. Img src: ACLU/American Civil Liberties Union, 1920 - Present.). Wednesday, September 19, 2007. Xenos ...
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&__mise.en.garde //: Stories and Scripts: Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil
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In the true sense of the word, I've grown ugly. Friday, January 25, 2008. Stories and Scripts: Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil. TITLE: AN EVENING IN MERCER HOUSE. Those chairs over there. (JIM gestures at the chairs in the left corner of the living room) The needlework on the covers is unraveling. New money would mend it right away. Old money would leave it as it is.' 'I know that,' I told him. Some of my best customers are old money.' (JIM laughs at his own joke). April 21, 2008 at 1:24 AM.
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&__mise.en.garde //: Memories of Murder: Six Feet Under
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In the true sense of the word, I've grown ugly. Friday, January 25, 2008. Memories of Murder: Six Feet Under. They took him out to the shrubs where they could hide while doing such a dishonest deed. Being rather unintelligent, Kwang-Ho would obviously refrain from denying these allegations. They forced a shovel into his hands and told him to dig. Look at you." Detective Cho Yong-gu utters with disgust. "Hey bastard, give me that! Can't you eve hold a shovel right? You punk. Did you come here to play?
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&__mise.en.garde //: Vultures
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In the true sense of the word, I've grown ugly. Friday, November 30, 2007. You all make me sick. You're disgusting plagues upon this earth, revolting enough to force a small animal run into oncoming traffic and do you know why? It's because you don't know how to read. Isn't that amusing? FluκεY т y я o. Perhaps their is a reason for their inability to read.can't really judge people if you don't know anything about them. January 18, 2008 at 9:05 AM. I'm right behind ya dayani! January 22, 2008 at 7:25 PM.
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&__mise.en.garde //: ...
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In the true sense of the word, I've grown ugly. Saturday, September 29, 2007. Whats the point of writing something, of taking all this time and effort to create something, that people never look and never appreciate? How do you know nobody looks? Plus, maybe it's just supposed to be for us. Me, myself and I. September 29, 2007 at 9:48 PM. Because.you want a good mark in class? You never know who's looking. I'm lookin' right now =]. January 13, 2008 at 1:40 AM. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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&__mise.en.garde //: November 2007
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In the true sense of the word, I've grown ugly. Friday, November 30, 2007. You all make me sick. You're disgusting plagues upon this earth, revolting enough to force a small animal run into oncoming traffic and do you know why? It's because you don't know how to read. Isn't that amusing? Tuesday, November 27, 2007. As I scrutinized the mirror. I didn't recognize the obscurity that. From the chipped and shallow glass. Screamed out at me. Eyes so obsidian-black they begged. From the now crackling mirror.
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&__mise.en.garde //: Guerilla Poetry: Dream
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In the true sense of the word, I've grown ugly. Tuesday, November 27, 2007. As I scrutinized the mirror. I didn't recognize the obscurity that. From the chipped and shallow glass. Screamed out at me. Eyes so obsidian-black they begged. From the now crackling mirror. To be torn from this hell. For some divine absolution. My fingers sprawled out. And clawed at this mirror. Shards of the grotesque glass. Splintered my brittle skin. The stranger before me simpers. Into some vicarious, vitriolic congeal.
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&__mise.en.garde //: Scriptwriting: "Subtext"
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In the true sense of the word, I've grown ugly. Monday, December 10, 2007. JOHN THE ITALIAN: (tensely, flailing his arms). Doctor Judy Tooty, I have a problem! DR JUDY TOOTY: (sitting back in her chair, seemingly disinterested). Please, John, relax and tell me what has happened. JOHN THE ITALIAN: (speaking frantically). Okay, so my wife and I have been having troubles in the relationship but yesterday, the situation got a whole lot worse! Please calm down and tell me what happened…. Oh Oh you poor thing&...
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&__mise.en.garde //: Elections 08
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In the true sense of the word, I've grown ugly. Wednesday, January 9, 2008. If Barack Obama's current lead signifies the "ineptitude of youth,". Let's hope that their ineptitude is overwhelmingly unanimous. Is it me or is every other word in this piece hard to pronounce? My goodness Dayani. your a human dictionary. January 17, 2008 at 11:21 PM. January 18, 2008 at 9:17 PM. Hmmm quite hard to understand. care to explain? January 26, 2008 at 1:46 AM. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Coodles from the Soul.
