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The last
"Where Bleeding Hearts Shrivel and Swing to the Right"
About Me
- Ms. Poshlust
- "There is only this for consolation: an hour, here or there, when our lives seem, against all odds and expectations, to burst open and give us everything we've ever imagined." - Virginia Wolfe
Picture of the Day
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- Half and Half
- Studying Away Saturday
- Pictures From The Past Two Weeks
- The Lovers
- Thursday, a sad prelude to Friday.
- Lady Machiavelli Isn't Very Nice Either
- Sunday.
- ha.
- Facebook for the Elite
- What I Saw Falling Asleep Last Night
- What Jared Sees When He Opens His Eyes
- Drain(ing) Days
- Avarice-alicious
- You Should Go.
- The Truth
- There Were Hillbillies Behind Us.
- Farmers Market in the Retarded Convertible
- This Is What Happens
- Philosophy is hard and painful.
- My room in the evening light.
- This is so ghetto.
- Ewwww.
- Sunday Eve
- Rilo Kiley, I heart you.
- Jared's Photo of Me
- Lazy Days
- Views.
- Efficient.
- Art O' the Day
- But Then I Laughed REALLY hard..
- oh dear.
- More Planting Pics
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1 comment:
I'm in.
I'll play the cello, the most depressing instrument on the planet.
Although evocative...
...but still depressing.
Moment of the day?
Driving through central Illinois, in a windblown box truck, through approximately 8,000,000 million acres of corn fields, listening to:
'Die Fledermaus'
on NPR.
Call me a rebel.
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