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Silence

"You'll be happy where I'm taking you." The woman said, smiling over at me in the passenger seat, trying for all the world to get me to talk. "I was happy there." Was my only answer, not even turning to look at her. It wasn't the only time in my life I had heard that line, and definitely not the only time I had answered with those four words. I paused to wonder if that was part of their training. If they were taught to say that or if it was just some cruel coincidence. I decided it was most probably the latter, seeing as everything seemed to be that way. Like everything seemed planned in my life. Get happy, move. Get happy again, move a

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Silence"You'll be happy where I'm taking you." The woman said, smiling over at me in the passenger seat, trying for all the world to get me to talk. "I was happy there." Was my only answer, not even turning to look at her. It wasn't the only time in my life I had heard that line, and definitely not the only time I had answered with those four words. I paused to wonder if that was part of their training. If they were taught to say that or if it was just some cruel coincidence. I decided it was most probably the latter, seeing as everything seemed to be that way. Like everything seemed planned in my life. Get happy, move. Get happy again, move a Silence
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The Perfect Rose.A rose lay on the asphalt. A perfect rose. The deepest red she had ever seen, open perfectly, not a spot of bruising on any of it's petals. The perfect amount of leaves. Not too many, but not bare. She bent her knees and picked up the rose, pulling it to her nose and taking in it's heavenly scent. The true scent of rose, not the false bottled scent that so many gaudy women wore. She smiled a true smile, thinking of the poetic irony. In the middle of a false city, with false plants, where it seemed that everything was false. How did it come to be that a real perfect rose came to be simply lying on the asphalt outside her studio apartment? If s The Perfect Rose.
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Wed May 24, 2006, 8:20 PM

Well I haven't done any real short work lately, the pieces I've put up are just little snippets that I've written a while back. Though I may be posting something up here pretty soon about either A.) my ex boyfriend(s?), or B.) my aunt mamie, or both. So keep an eye out for something labled "Pussy pussy whiny whiny bitchy bitchy."

That would be the thing about my ex.

Not my aunt.

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Current Residence: Orlando, FL
Interests: Reading, writing
Favourite movie: Monty Python and the Holy Grail
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Personal Quote: "They fear me because I'm different. Because I choose to walk the other way."
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