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cityroom
consumerist
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gena/ deadly stealth frogs
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matt k
mike t
nathan
post secret
rynn
sarah
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sean
tea rose
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american stickman
elfquest
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masque of the red death
the perry bible fellowship
toothpaste for dinner
ultrajoebot
xkcd

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Friday, December 14, 2001
I wish she could see how needless that all is. I know very most perfectly well how very most utterly unneedless it feels right now, but in a week, month, year, five, ten, not only everyone she's ever met, but even she, herself, will see the larger truth outside the smaller one, and understand why people weep--no lie, ask Kitana, I'm sure she noticed-- at her writing and thank whatever deities they believe in that they know her.

I can't articulate this properly. Intellectually, she understands. Emotionally, in time.

(I will always love the maiden who got away; and I the far-off prince; and I, Milky White...)

 Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:17 PM | shower me with attention