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Tue, Aug. 19th, 2008, 06:34 pm
mrfuckyousen posting in chemicalwhores: Kill me now

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Current Mood: depressed

Tue, Aug. 19th, 2008, 04:52 pm
captain_melted posting in techlectro:

Check it out:

A good place to post your music or, if you don't make music, you can form a virtual record label, gather bands to your label. Either way, you build up points and then you can take part in auctions to win prizes - everything from a set of guitar picks all the way up to fancy electronic goodies like iPods or even studio time with a world reknowned producer.

Thu, Aug. 14th, 2008, 10:10 am
thiel: I follow a monk to a slurpee

I see a flash of ochre and find myself behind a young monk who makes his way into a 7-eleven store for a slurpee. He blends black with green; I opt for straight lime. We take our icy drinks back to the footpath, strolling into the grounds of Wat Thung Si Muang, which my guidebook describes as the most noteworthy temple in Ubon Ratchathani "mainly for its unusually well-preserved teak library." Dutifully, I examine the teak.

Wed, Aug. 13th, 2008, 04:15 pm
thiel: from ubon ratchathani, I follow a small woman to market

I follow a diminutive woman along the streets of Ubon Ratchathani. Slowly, she leads me past a jail-like watch tower then through a market selling shoes, gold, recently-skinned frogs. Other sections of the market smell better then this - they're trading fresh curry paste by the gram! The woman sets about her shopping for the day, buying cucumbers, pork and fish. After a while I leave her alone and follow my nose to the stacks of fresh herbs and greens. This is what I hoped it would smell like to be back in Thailand.

Mon, Aug. 18th, 2008, 08:58 am
scaryflowers:

 Ugh... this blows. I hate everything...

My belly hurts too. 

I am just so damned tired all the time. When I am not busy I just want to sleep.

Sun, Aug. 17th, 2008, 11:12 pm
lisforliz posting in chemicalwhores: cocaine that makes you sleep..

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Sun, Aug. 17th, 2008, 11:27 pm
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Sun, Aug. 17th, 2008, 09:52 am
cornerofnowhere:

Jesus Christ guys, what's going on? Maybe the fact that I've stopped caring is a good thing.

I like when the things that don't end in sex start to outweigh the ones that do. I'd rather have a part time lover and a full time friend then anything else in between.

So, alls well that end well. Maybe?

I wrote a short story. It's about a king who tattoos people's greatest fears all over their body. I was kind of high.

Men in shorts make me feel uneasy.

I know I should follow a little of my own advice every now and again, but it's harder then it looks.

We're all just practicing on each other, trying to get it right for when it really matters. None of this; what we do and say and feel now makes any difference. It's all just preparation for the future.

Tags: accepting my bleak good for nothing life, going crazy, writing

Current Mood: indescribable

Sun, Aug. 17th, 2008, 12:01 am
reo_the_eagle posting in chemicalwhores:

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Sun, Aug. 17th, 2008, 01:41 am
gldm posting in chemicalwhores: How far does harm reduction go?

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Current Mood: contemplative

Sat, Aug. 16th, 2008, 02:11 pm
coldeznutssac posting in chemicalwhores: Question about cocaine/content apathy

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Current Mood: apathetic

Sat, Aug. 16th, 2008, 02:27 pm
scarletbeauty posting in chemicalwhores: New~

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Current Mood: bouncy

Thu, Aug. 14th, 2008, 11:31 pm
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Tue, Aug. 12th, 2008, 09:00 am
thiel: from champasak, I follow a cyclist to mud

Somewhere between my guesthouse and the temple I start cycling behind a woman in a cone-shaped hat. We pass fighting goats, ridiculous turkeys; then she turns off down a slushy lane. There are pigs in it, sleeping, their tongues in the mud. After a few twists she leaves her bike and starts wading through a pond. Here, she turns around and starts squealing directions - how to get back to the road. Then, giving up on me, she starts leading a cow around. Three boys cross towards me and begin tearing down branches from the trees. Other than that, it's silent.

Mon, Aug. 11th, 2008, 07:40 am
thiel: from nakasang, I follow a trader to her shop

They've got everything for sale in this riverside market town - ponchos, alcohol, tied-together chooks. This woman is already slinging a couple of bamboo steamers, so I assume she's ready to spend. But then she enters a shop and doesn't come out again. These are her children, this is her store - she's brought the breakfast!

Thu, Aug. 14th, 2008, 05:10 am
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Sun, Aug. 10th, 2008, 05:05 pm
thiel: I follow a bungalow-keeper to bungalows

A wet afternoon; a muddy track. I follow a smoking local, not realising that he's the guy from whom I'm renting my bungalow. Some wet tourists cycle past us, ponchos billowing out like tents. I'm looking equally stupid, getting my thongs stuck in the path. Thunder. The man pulls over to give advice about a leaning papaya tree; then he says "hi" to the shop-keeper. Everybody knows everybody on this island. We arrive at the place where he lives and I'm staying. "Sabai dii," we exchange.

Thu, Aug. 14th, 2008, 12:13 am
cocainelil posting in chemicalwhores: never posted here before...

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Sat, Aug. 9th, 2008, 08:50 am
thiel: I follow french people to breakfast

Crossing a bridge, bearing alternative guidebooks, the French people descend to a floating restaurant advertising TRAVELLERS' COMFORT FOOD, order drinks, count their money. I watch them from the bridge, impressed by the idyllic establishment overlooked by palms. While they eat their breakfast I am passed by fifty pedestrians, fifteen motorbikes, five bicycles, two dogs and five motorised trains (several of which are shaped like elephants). I get bored with the counting, watch a child throwing water from a boat, admire some rather wonderful butterflies. When their breakfast is finally finished the tourists waddle along the river's left bank, indecisive and leaderless. When they stop to ask about bus tickets to Phnom Penh I see that the tickets are on sale at a restaurant - and that they're sitting down again.

Wed, Aug. 13th, 2008, 06:21 pm
insideoutsanity: purgatory in green.

i am all moved in.
my room is a lovely green paradise. i look out my window to find a pleasing view of large church atop a hill.
it's perfect, as it should be.

still, i am feeling empty and emotional.
my parents are gone, driving back home.
my socially inept room mate is stealing my groceries.
my room is too quiet.

i long for familiarity, but i know i have to be strong. i have to be independent and have a good outlook. i'm hoping to slip into an easy routine. to find a groove, a niche.

i miss my parents already. i have always been far too attached to them.

be strong zoie, deep breaths. you will find friends soon.

Current Mood: contemplative

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