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ten_years_ago
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oren
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What was your passion?
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falling_alone
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barbie dolls and jump rope
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nineteen
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stationery, reading, sandcastles and sand mermaids. Little has changed.
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nocturnal
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alcohol, sleep, tv, weekends, getting away with stuff
(I was 13, that's all I remember, kinda pathetic)
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Mandijabster
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hanging out with all the boys because barbies annoyed me...
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delial
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always had my headphones on(listening to green day, social distortion, the violent femmes) while i filled up a page per day(sometimes many more per day, depending on how i felt) of 100-page sketchbooks(this went on for a few years... i filled up quite a few sketchbooks), laid awake at night wondering if i'd die before i turned 21, or even 18. always preferred clothes from the boys' department. wore cheap plaid(forest green and navy blue) imposter chuck taylor wannabes(I couldn't find the real deal near me in my size)didn't have any friends, spent my time watching the x-files and wandering around campgrounds.
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ever dumbening
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Touchdown at JFK. Squeeze through the tiny hole that separates the world that is China from the world that is the rest of the world. One and a half years to churn my spirit into forcemeat. Comfortably numb in that bed in Brooklyn, yes the swollen hands, the ringing mind, the trickle-down matrix sparkles filling the room and passing through me like gamma rays. It stuns me: that was ten years ago today.
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080109
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Lemon_Soda
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Cartoons and Drawing
Funny thing, these are my passions now.
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birdmad
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january '98...the waning days of my quasi-homeless period, my first usage of the internet, the first time she threw me under the bus.
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auburn
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I was eleven.
I think my passion was dancing. Or was that when my passion was being demoralized by bullying?
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Ouroboros
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Freshman in high school- getting over being embarrassed by my webbed-toes, took LSD for the first time, had a crush on a beautiful boy with curl red hair, read catcher_in_the_rye in class, realized my art history teacher was gay (i asked him if he liked the eurythmics), ate chocolate chip cookies for lunch, began fighting with my father more, became good friends with J and we would get dressed up in silly outfits and walk around the mall.
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080110
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birdmad
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taking temp jobs, crashing whenever i could in the apartment of the now-accursed pantera_fans_in_love, cutting any and every part of myselkf that i could easily conceal with shirt-sleeves and pant-legs
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epitome of incomprehensibility
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Space. Aliens. Surveys and polls, for some reason. Doodling. My friends and I would try and sell our drawings to other kids in class. I was a sellout at age 9.
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080110
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what's it to you?
who
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blather
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