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    <title>put it in  your pantry</title>
    <published>2005-06-10T21:45:45Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-10T21:45:45Z</updated>
    <lj:music>mrs rob-in-son</lj:music>
    <content type="html">sweating.walking.at least i have good music. sweat some more. shower. smoke. get cat away from fan. dishes. again im sweating. drive. turn up music. sew. tuck in grandma. uncle jack rushing to 'golf' without a shirt. today's friday. phone cuts out. curse the radio. this cd's been played too often. &lt;br /&gt;classes start next week. thank god. maybe my brain will start working again. im thinking about coming home in a few weeks. but kalamazoo still needs visitors.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:camilleanne:65267</id>
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    <title>new library card</title>
    <published>2005-04-29T15:08:08Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-29T15:08:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">3 bums wanted to play 20 questions with me today. the light turned after only 2 however, so 3,4 and 5 were carried out across the street. rose st. to the library, where i got a library card today. but the 3 gentlemen were heading somewhere else, down rose st a little further, and so the questions ended after number 5- "did the fourteenth hole in your ear hurt?" he pierced his ear with a 'carpenter needle' in '62, and the hole is still there. i think i might come this way again tomorrow, to finish 6-20. they are more willing to interview me than any job prospects. &lt;br /&gt;time, i believe, is running out on the parking meter. if anyone feels the need to experience kalamazoo's finest, we have hummus in the fridge and a basil plant on the windowsill.</content>
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    <title>keep talking, animal crackers</title>
    <published>2005-04-13T21:01:24Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-13T21:01:24Z</updated>
    <content type="html">my drawing abilities have slipped under the bed, i think they are behind my running shoes, but i'm not totally sure. &lt;br /&gt;i've decided that a paragraph counts as a page-word told me so&lt;br /&gt;it feels weird to have a sun burned nose. my toes are still albino. &lt;br /&gt;i wonder if kids still shit all over west acres, oh how i hope so. aquacade just wouldn't be the same with clean facilities.&lt;br /&gt;half of a penguin reminded me that it's time to go. i'd like to know a whole penguin- i think the feet are the best part. i miss the water and my friends.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:camilleanne:64590</id>
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    <title>i need to finish that quilt.</title>
    <published>2005-03-09T03:37:28Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-09T03:37:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i left a square at home. or in a plastic bag on a bed rather.&lt;br /&gt;concrete suffocates, it really does. cotton, thats what i need. &lt;br /&gt;pressed and pre-shrunk cotton. those warm tones to stitch around my fingers.&lt;br /&gt;breathable. colorful. hand-made.&lt;br /&gt;and i think i could sleep wrapped up in reds and yellows. &lt;br /&gt;shivering curled next to the heater cramps my neck&lt;br /&gt;and i see each hour pass with less restlessness.&lt;br /&gt;i need to smother this. before it becomes something annual.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:camilleanne:64450</id>
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    <title>high</title>
    <published>2005-02-21T20:27:24Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-21T20:27:24Z</updated>
    <content type="html">from the chlroine.  and the spray fixative in the small room. and cierra's into doing nails. &lt;br /&gt;its not an unwelcome feeling though; it matches the grey outside where you cant tell what time or day or month it is. and all of the colors seem flat. oh sure i have work to do, but im in a daze. february is the longest month i've decided. because you can never tell what is going on, it is just one long colorless calendar layout.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:camilleanne:64020</id>
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    <title>id rather be punched in the face</title>
    <published>2005-02-20T02:54:22Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-20T02:54:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">my tires dont need air and i dont need sleep.&lt;br /&gt;its fast, fast down the highway and into no mans land&lt;br /&gt;just like it said on those pages; some fantastic journey&lt;br /&gt;to find a new world out there. somewhere over the rainbow. &lt;br /&gt;they promise sun. peak on through. i put my plants on the windowsill&lt;br /&gt;just in case they are right. and i wont wear a jacket for a cigarette&lt;br /&gt;itll make summer that much better. thats what they say. but they say&lt;br /&gt;i need sleep. and my tires need air. but its fast. real fast. and i dont believe&lt;br /&gt;a single word they say.</content>
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    <title>pornographic lens</title>
    <published>2005-02-06T04:21:43Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-06T04:21:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">the windows keep fogging up for some reason so i'll drive with them down. but not for long because im going to park the car and walk. and walk. this room allows five maybe seven at best steps from corner to corner and tonight i need more than that. i dont care if the pictures turn out like dog shit. i really dont. i'll just walk and forget where i parked my car but the windows keep fogging up anyways.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:camilleanne:63530</id>
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    <title>who loves the sun</title>
    <published>2005-01-24T01:11:00Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-24T01:11:00Z</updated>
    <lj:music>one</lj:music>
    <content type="html">i had a dream that houston's family was going to see some play that i really wanted to see, so i tagged along. at one point everyone was riding a metro bus, seated with their hands folded in their laps. i kept getting off the bus to walk around, get some 'fresh air'. we finally get to the civic, and his family walks through these grand doors, the inside looks like a casino inspired by pictures of heaven. the guy opening the door stops me and points at my boots, shaking his head.houston's mom said ' i told you so' then walked in with everyone else. so i sit outside, ride the bus a few more times, to wait for the play to end and his family to come back out those same doors. i need a job. not to buy better boots with, just more time.</content>
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    <title>peppers</title>
    <published>2005-01-17T23:55:30Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-17T23:55:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">there was a rainbow today, in the middle of the sky; no clouds or rain, only a few streaks of sun and i think only a handful of passerbys noticed. i pretended that i was really in alaska, instead of 131 S between kalamazoo and grand rapids, enjoying some miniature version of the northern lights. i was leaning, almost into the passenger seat, so that i could see it around the spot my windshield wipers miss. i was overjoyed when i saw the variety of peppers at quiznos, i just ate a banana pepper like it was a piece of popcorn and then i laughed. i have a remarkable memory when i want to. certain things i wont ever forget; i cant because i dont want to.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:camilleanne:63117</id>
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    <title>camilleanne @ 2005-01-08T02:53:00</title>
    <published>2005-01-09T07:50:49Z</published>
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    <content type="html">dont ever stop taking pictures or tapping the steering wheel to the radio, they're different each time even if the scene isnt. my grandma is receiving a visit from me tomorrow, a quilt and some tea in return. and i hope i am alright at it so i can teach another and another how to keep from the cold and boredom with a habit as timeless as pictures and records.</content>
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    <title>camilleanne @ 2004-12-28T00:59:00</title>
    <published>2004-12-28T07:07:34Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-28T07:07:34Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i saw the full rainbow on the way to work this morning. not just the one half people normally see, but the whole deal. the left side, the right side, the middle between the two. i think i'll go to get coffee before work tomorrow to read the paper, something i havent done in awhile but have been meaning to. i am greatly looking forward to seeing the same older people eat their dry toast with excess jam as they too catch up on what the world deems important. i woke up confused twice today, and i would like to wake up tomorrow to a rainbow staring through the blinds at me with smiling eyes. but im afraid id still be dreaming. it would feel so nice though</content>
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    <title>playlists</title>
    <published>2004-12-23T06:33:42Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-23T06:33:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">lets be weeping willows. sway this way and that to the beat of the moon. weep and weep. i've decided that i am nocturnal, and thats alright with me i suppose. the roads belong to the salted malibu and i can turn the music as low as i want. meijer is also pleasantly vacant, allowing you to notice and regocnize all of those tacky trinkets grandma owns. i think sunday will be a snow day. if i am scheduled to work i'll call in sick. and if its sub zero out, i'll go rollerskating instead.</content>
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    <title>burning nostrils</title>
    <published>2004-12-17T06:15:12Z</published>
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    <content type="html">i am eating wassabe peas and my mouth and nose and eyes are watering while i sit completely awake procrastinating until tomorrow, because i dont have to work. it doesnt feel like christmas, and that is definitely a good thing. i would much rather eat spicy peas than gingerbread or holiday spice muffins. simon &amp; garfunkle beat snow-flaky music, hands down. rollerskating sounds more appealing than decorating a plastic tree and i have decided that i will go to bonnaventure regardless if anyone else does. it would be fun; going around in a circle with the 90's style neon flaring up, then dying down. and fly off the rink onto the carpet, almost falling into those round things that people sit on to tie up their skates because the carpet brings you to such a screeching halt. oh dear i am getting nostalgic. i just hope the ice freezes soon because i have never gone ice fishing and i hear its not half bad.</content>
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    <title>try to see it my way</title>
    <published>2004-11-20T05:43:46Z</published>
    <updated>2004-11-20T05:43:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i really like glass beads. i would like to swim around in them sometime, like the old woman swam in noodles in patch adams. what a wonderful instance. and i have a feeling i will have trouble sleeping tonight and as i have no glass beads to string i think i'll work on a collage. it will involve no thought and lots of glue. hopefully my fingers will get stuck together in a permanent a.ok sign.</content>
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    <title>try to set the night on fire</title>
    <published>2004-11-03T05:26:08Z</published>
    <updated>2004-11-03T05:26:08Z</updated>
    <lj:music>shuffle</lj:music>
    <content type="html">and tonight, with cheeks flushed and nose chilled, i should like very much to cup the moon in my snug mittens and read siddhartha once more by its light. because the stars seem extra brilliant and time is tucked in my back pocket.</content>
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    <title>unshowered</title>
    <published>2004-10-21T16:11:43Z</published>
    <updated>2004-10-21T16:11:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i hope i fall on a stick to class today and poke my eyes out so i never have to witness another map or a pair of legs sticking out of a short skirt while i don scarf, gloves, and hat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;train leaves tonight though. thank god.</content>
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    <title>like a record</title>
    <published>2004-10-16T05:51:47Z</published>
    <updated>2004-10-16T05:51:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">you spin me right round baby right round&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right round,&lt;br /&gt;round round.</content>
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    <title>whats my number</title>
    <published>2004-10-13T04:18:07Z</published>
    <updated>2004-10-13T04:18:07Z</updated>
    <lj:music>paul simon</lj:music>
    <content type="html">i cannot sleep as i have a large coffee and too many ideas swimming around inside of me.&lt;br /&gt;the walls are still too white, even with the newspaper clippings and calendar pages. what is in a date anyways. oiy veh why did i take german</content>
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    <title>wear a scarf and a raincoat</title>
    <published>2004-09-30T15:15:15Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-30T15:15:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">because it is cold and rainy and i have a lot of things to do. and a lot of places i wish i could go. i think if i did run away i would bring only my raincoat and my scarf. that is all i would need really. maybe some better walking shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my bonsai but i could really go without the screaming outside my window at night-i do not care how many pop tarts or beers you have had; i just want to sleep it off, the coffee that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think for halloween i am going to be a giant terd.</content>
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    <title>alphabet</title>
    <published>2004-07-19T02:54:23Z</published>
    <updated>2004-07-19T02:54:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">when you were very young i would visit and take you to dinner at bob evans. you didnt talk much but liked to color with the crayons they provided and always ordered the kids breakfast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it hit me, all at once, making the booth shrink a little bit and coffee instead of crayons stared back at me.</content>
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    <title>itching</title>
    <published>2004-07-17T04:28:21Z</published>
    <updated>2004-07-17T04:28:21Z</updated>
    <lj:music>mr elliot himself</lj:music>
    <content type="html">for some more coffee would be delectable because today was productive but not as much as it needed to be. and i dont know if i could stomach another cup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to go to a rose parade and afterwards look at saturn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while a pencil taps; i need to start writing something, anything.</content>
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    <title>blueberries and a book</title>
    <published>2004-07-12T04:56:18Z</published>
    <updated>2004-07-12T04:56:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">got the job back at olga's. at least that gets me out of a computer class, i hope. pierced my ear in an attempt to fight boredom; it took up a decent amount of time. after all the talk of school tonight, tomorrow i will start a list of things needed and things that can already be crossed off. not really sure about where to start though. so begins monday.</content>
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    <title>new slang; the List</title>
    <published>2004-07-01T04:33:19Z</published>
    <updated>2004-07-01T04:33:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">finish what did not get done today as well as reminisce eh sp? &lt;br /&gt;swimswimswim like a little tiny fish&lt;br /&gt;i wish,wish,wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and the 4th?</content>
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    <title>i can hear you singing to me in my sleep</title>
    <published>2004-06-25T03:25:36Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-25T03:25:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;what a good movie/great evening.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;tomorrow will consist of chores and phone calls; hopefully swimming will appear on the agenda because, it's always a good day to go swimming.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;.and the weekend has arrived&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>camilleanne @ 2004-06-22T08:28:00</title>
    <published>2004-06-22T12:29:16Z</published>
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    <content type="html">mama mia here i go again.</content>
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