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fuckedupvegetal @ 2003-12-29T10: 17:00 Heat

Every bit of heat, all the "h" of the world together in one room and the Knights of the Zodiac on TV.

Intimacy is a funny thing.
(I love)



Moving on, the dos1000tres was a wonderful year for this little baby, the 2mil4 are going to have to work hard.
sincerely hope that you all be happy.

-f. Heat

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. Heat and inexplicable urge to write. I knew it would not be much time away from writing. Writing, word, symbol, semiotics. Umberto Eco, no. Steinberg, yes. Semiotic explanation of the symbol. Symbol word. Word writing. Understanding Scripture?
Maybe that was what he was looking sideways, without committing at all, afraid and words. Comprehend, understand. Understand.
Today, nothing. Heat, humidity, rain. I walk carefree and falling water. Somewhere someone is catching a cold, or worse, while I walk carefree and smiling - and the falling rain. Of course now was for four hours and the rain has passed. Are the pools, yes, but that's another thing. The rain is walking with a smile. Puddles are splashing with baby face. After the pools, what? Tomorrow I'll tell you.
Today is heat, moisture gets in to a bone and I come to resume writing. Why? Because heat had significantly fan, quiet. I just lie in bed watching rain yet (because it still does not rain and I can not even come to suspect). The only thing you can do when you do not know it will rain is dealing with words. Moving is hard, the sweat clinginess, the reluctance of stillness. Do not know why, but today I met up with words. I was reminded Ortiz. Always dreamed of having the management of the word. Getting the word is the truth and not a symbol. Almost a year without thinking about it. And I found him, without ado and without good reason the word. Word naked. Clit heat and humidity. That must be it.
The question now is that now, puddles, rain is no more now, again I feel the need to write. A completely different need that I felt when I started this, I can not remember when. Today I come back to the word being the consequence of what went on our first meeting. 'm No different. Or maybe yes, but that's positive.
Now, no rain or puddles, now back home computer to write quietly, looking different. Now is when you start the little game. My mind and me. The word "intimately mine, neither good nor bad, mine, and me.

- I am truly happy?
-

Yes - I am comfortable with that feeling?
- Interestingly, I have to resort back to

Yes I never thought that one day write anything remotely like that.


(Because happiness takes so bad with words? Depression is aesthetically more interesting than happiness? Anyway, I'm happy with warmth and desire to write. Fuck you, apparently I start reading again.)

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fuckedupvegetal @ 2003-07-29T00: 27:00

It's Been a lon, long time Since my last post ... not so sure why i logged in ... guess just wanted to say "hello" ...

It Feels weird writing this ... Brings it a lot of memories ... running away from school, Trying to find a computer and write ... it always felt like traveling, and i Need It ... it all seems so far away now.
(...)

'guess i'm trying to say THANK YOU... you all helped a lot


(if anyone is curious enough, i'm ok)

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I'm back (kinda)

I've been off-journaling lateley, but i'm back! well, kinda... i hanow a journal on a comic strip format... it'll mean a lot to me if you people read it, seriously...
This is an spam i sent to some friends:

Dear friends, family and people i don't know

The SillyFran Comic Blog is finally up and running on the internet (ok, the site needs some work, but it's there)! What the hell is he talkign about, yo may ask yourself... Well, the Comic Blog presents the daily struggles of a 17 years old argetninean cartoonist wanna-be, as he tryes to survive school, family and all that jazz... Everything on a daily cartoony strip format!

So, go check it out @ http://www.geocities.com/sillyfranblog/

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2003-04-05T12:31:00

So, do you people know nickless vicky? Well, she's the reason of all the ":)" these last couple of weeks... Shhhhhhhh, don't tell anyone, ok?

:)

(Some of you actually guessed this -don't know how-, so now you can go and feel good about your new found super powers)

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fuckedupvegetal @ 2003-04-02T22:57:00

estoy usando mi pijama de invierno por priemra vez en el año (el azul, que me requete recontra gusta usar). tuve un día demasiado lindo. smile. shine. todo sale bien

:)

(sí, sigo sintiendome así)

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listening to some old records...

(i've forgotten loveley this song is)

Home is where I want to be
Pick me up and turn me round
I feel numb - burn with a weak heart
(So I) guess I must be having fun
The less we say about it the better
Make it up as we go along
Feet on the ground
Head in the sky
It's ok I know nothing's wrong . . nothing

Hi yo I got plenty of time
Hi yo you got light in your eyes
And you're standing here beside me
I love the passing of time
Never for money
Always for love
Cover up and say goodnight . . . say goodnight

Home - is where I want to be
But I guess I'm already there
I come home - -she lifted up her wings
Guess that this must be the place
I can't tell one from another
Did I find you, or you find me?
There was a time Before we were born
If someone asks, this where I'll be . . . where I'll be

Hi yo We drift in and out
Hi yo sing into my mouth
Out of all tose kinds of people
You got a face with a view
I'm just an animal looking for a home
Share the same space for a minute or two
And you love me till my heart stops
Love me till I'm dead
Eyes that light up, eyes look through you
Cover up the blank spots
Hit me on the head Ah ooh

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fuckedupvegetal @ 2003-03-30T13:04:00

i woke up and mum was baking ginger cake, just because...

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fuckedupvegetal @ 2003-03-26T20:49:00

these days i've been feeling silly...
just... feelings...
why is it so hard for me to addmit?

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