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• 1983-07-08
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• 2004-11-08
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• sandman
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• henrieta hen

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• I've had the same Ivy plan for 5 years.... and it's still alive..... *knock on wood*
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• 10
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• depends on my mood.
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• dance on my own grave
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• swimming dancing with my best friend athena(yes that is her real name) drawing,taking pictures, yoga,playing with my poi (balls of fire on chains) and archery. (I like to bake bread too)
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• swimming, climbing trees, I'm also a good dreamer.




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myOtaku.com: Wildmoonchild


Friday, December 3, 2004

peachy
yeah, it's friday... what does that mean to me? no work tomorrow thats what it means...
Isn't that sad? You work to live and it seems that you live to work.I plan on someday becoming a hermit (maybe not a hermit as much as a social intravert). I'll just sit in my dark little den and read poetry. or manga. or draw, do anything I want to do. Maybe i'll live next to a lake. Watch a hot fire dance inside my quiet hut. I might have visitors at some point. by that time maybe I'll have forgotten how to speak, or understand words. they're really just a barrier you know (words) people think that there is this perfect word to define any one feeling. But how could you possibly know that what you define as sad ( or the color blue for that matter) is how the other individual(s) perceive it? I mean think about it. there are so many colors out there and we can only see a small range of them, I'm thirsty for more, but untill I'm reincarnated into a bee that's not going to happen...
okay.. enough of the metaphysical, and on to the astrological. i'm cancer, which is alright, my husband is leo, my brother is gemini athena is scorpio, my dad is scorpio, my mom is libra, mandy leo..... hmmm. I don't know why I'm typing this..

ebony trees
sway to the stars
a troubled soul
who in despiration come
circle of those meek and kind
to a collection of diverse
peoples devine.
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