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dee dee and i went to wolves in benicia today. (denise went, too.) i love wolves because of the music and the oil paintings and the shockingly-brown leather sofa. i read elizabeth bishop (about moose) while dee dee did biology and denise wrote elba a letter. dee dee never wears socks.
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a six letter undefined word, two d's smashed to sepparate the e's. Walls? Barriers? What does it mean? spelling is atrocious, applying letters to form missrepresented words. "No, it's not spelled that way, try again." And they say if you fail the first time, try try again... why two tries? Can you really fail twice, technically not since you dont know if you failed until the first attempt is forced into the ground like the heel of an angry woman. People are weirdly wound, running around and around chasing after answers or philosophies to become noticed. Isnt that the real point here? Who doesnt want to be noticed? Do homosapiens really believe that Darwin actually persuaded himself in his own theory? Do us barberic creatures capable of not focusing on our own self-conceptual ways. Psychology 101: We view ourselves as what is not really seen. We see an imperfect being yet we strive to be perfect. We are selfish immoral beings that use the earth, use the resouces given and worstly use each other, not to build a greater surrounding, but to fullfill the emptiness inside of our imperfect image... All stive too hard. Why cant us beings recognize a greater presence in our atmosphere? Why dont we see?... cant you see? Cant we all see? Why are we all blinded by our own hands that cover our eyes. We are the problem. Blame it on the president, blame it on the economy, blame your parents, your family who conditionally loved you, blame the world cause its a cause and an effect... no, we are the reasons that confussion spins on its axis!It begins with you!
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why does nore talk to me when she has dee_dee? i may never know.
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because spike is the love of my life.
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what's it to you?
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