justine calliope just wanted to see if there was anything on my name. guess not. oh well i'll have to write something :) 000228 ... calliope my name makes me sad it's not very pretty maybe it is, it's just i hear justin everywhere down here in french it sounds something like jshoosteen. delicate, believe it or not. it sounds like the person is complicated (to say the least) 000329 ... dean-bean I knew a justine once. Or rather a Justina. She was little and cute, and had blonde hair. She was very nice. I wonder where she went to. 000330 ... girl the room mate of a former close friend. she was always having sex. friends of ours would wank off in her bed when she wasnt home. she always had something to bitch about and it upset my friend alot. i hope she is making things miserable for her. 000330 ... calliope wow. not too pleasant memories of justines. i wish y'all knew me. maybe you'd have nice memories of a justine then. :) 000403 ... calliope hmm. wondering bout my last comment. justine justine justine sounds comical when you sing it. people like to tell me my name. 000406 ... birdmad the title of one of de Sade's definitive works 000427 ... calliope i just found out it means right or just. how blah. i guess it sounds like justice. 000530 ... Derek reminds me of ms. bateman from the old sit-com with Michael J. Fox, you know, Alex and Skippy and all that. Calliope, on the other hand, sounds more like the name given of a beautiful greek goddess. Beware the minotaurs out there... 000607 ... Brad Makes me think about Theo Huxtable's first attempt at singing the blues. "Justeeeeeen Justeeeeeeeen" (replete with growl in voice). 000607 ... derek as beautious a name as "justine" is, why does it so closely resemble "justme" in small-type letters? ...mind you, sometimes we are all a lot better off when we are alone. 000607 ... silentbob Justine never knew the rules. She hung out with the freaks and ghouls. they were sure theyd never see an end to at all...i think i misquoted smashingpumpkins 000607 ... insolence if i could look at you without feeling some kind of schizophrenic fear of god i might be able to understand why you hate yourself i could always tell there was always something creepy about that bastard whenever i think about it whenever i saw him i could taste the blood in my throat if i were to pin you like a butterfly in one of those cigar boxes would you stay as beautiful as you always have been? if i let you go would the steak knife in my rib cage finally go away? I don't want to know... are you not used to people being fair, or wanting you so badly to want something, of your OWN volition? 000711 ... Zoe i know a jusitne. her name is justine poon and she is indian or one of those. she's nice but quiet. very quiet. in fact, i don't think i've ever heard her really have a conversation. 000722 ... caite is that it then? to pin me down or let me go? is that the only way? a hopeless cause true, probably it's whispered i love you's or condescending comments no, i'm not being fair you've tried, after all you must have some personal duty endurance tests with fucked up people 000816 ... a :) 000903 ... amanda a very good friend! 001019 ... insolence The diamond hairpin holding my dilapidated machine together; The gentle curve of marbled temples of ancient Rome, a sculpted Goddess, a whole people's image of what they're too imperfect to be, but what shines within each one of them, a tiny speck of Beauty, a speck they're so willing to give up, give to Her, so that she can shine more brightly, The gem at the center of the sun, my only one, forgiving countless errors, countless uncaring mistakes, hiding so many wounds, overlooking my mortality, making me shimmer like she does, in her arms... Dont ever let me go 001224 ... somebody brand that holds me to my concience let me go and i will not wallow in this muck that's reaching my chin and i will start over away soothe the pain of spite with pain of needles sucking in, and with screaming blades of tainted metal 010125 ... justine "justine, don't forget about the little things our hearts do" i love my name. i don't know anyone else who's named justine and it's so pretty...and hearing it pronounced by a french guy is QUITE a plus ;) 010209 ... caite i feel like a whore right now a stupid, naive whore he loves me, see that's why i get to feel like this, like shit, and tomorrow, and then somehow i'll be naive enough to fall into love and him again go to sleep, little baby, go to sleep, little baby come lay bones on the alabaster stones and be my ever lovin baby 010216 ... Madame Justine I'm called Justine. Incase you didn't gather. I love my name too. Particularly when pronounced by Latin/French men. Did you know the spanish pronounce it "hggggghustine". Kind of like you're phelmging up at the start. It actually sounds nice. But not so nice as the french "zzzzzzyostine". Mmmmm. People call me Jus or Jussy. Only my Mother and strangers call me Justine. Jussy's kind of sweet. I like that. Only close associates [ very close associates ;) ] call me Jussy. So really everyone calls me Jus. There's an interesting insight into the life of a Justine. 010824 ... Justine Victoria Hey, my name is Justine 020629 ... Photophobe I don't even care to shake these zipper blue. 020630 ... justine enloe my name is justine 2 021026 ... justine redux another justine. well, also steen and steenie and j-boz to the steene-face. also teeny when i was younger. french "justine"s are delectable. "just justine" is something i like hearing - 1 and a half is an intriguing number. 040312 ... stork daddy "The primary and most beautiful of Nature's qualities is motion, which agitates her at all times, but this motion is simply a perpetual consequence of crimes, she conserves it by means of crimes only." -marquis de sade 040312 ... insolence I find that I am mortally distressed, by a most disconcerting disagreement, Between the universe as I perceive it, And certain views the sciences profess If we admit the well-established view, Of boundless universe as information, The site of massive astral calculations, Immense and unaware of me and you, And if we therefore sensibly admit, That our reality is but a glamour, To shield us from uncaring physics' clamor, Then must we not all mysteries acquit? Now having heard these points let me abide, a moment longer with you and describe, the disconcert which stirs me so to write: No matter how ferociously I peer Into this vast unthinking font of fear wherein we see indeed our scale is slight... I cannot disabuse myself of this: That for however long my mind persists, I have a function writ into my soul That is to love you, near or far, intensely, As stars explode, black holes collapse immensely This ardor is encoded deep within me, I drink its joy and sorrow oft too freely, But this abiding love, this painful longing, It makes my heart feel white-hot as a coal, And though you may be far and I forgotten, Until my final earthly steps are trodden, It lives within the center of my soul 150305 what's it to you? who go blather from