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Sunday, December 11, 2005

Sun, 11 Dec 2005 00:27:34 GMT

i am elaine riley's husband....no matter what i say later on, i am still her husband, and will always be!!!

-Caroline

Monday, December 05, 2005

Mon, 05 Dec 2005 00:07:10 GMT

pretty vacant331: not suicidal
cachco656: .....
cachco656: i hope you become it.
pretty vacant331: ooo
pretty vacant331: feisty!
cachco656: si
pretty vacant331: watch it
pretty vacant331: in the morning
pretty vacant331: youre gunna wake up to a phone call from the police being like
pretty vacant331: hello miss caroline condon
pretty vacant331: youre best friend mara stern has uh just ended her life by means of slitting her wrists
pretty vacant331: and in her own blood she wrote
pretty vacant331: caroline rot in hell
cachco656: oh god
cachco656: i would be like...i see

wow gotta love my oh so sympathetic best buddy!!!

Mara

Thursday, November 24, 2005

Thu, 24 Nov 2005 13:05:47 GMT

I can die happy now!!!!!

No day but today

Mara

Tuesday, November 22, 2005

Tue, 22 Nov 2005 21:35:24 GMT

elaine is my husband (HAH!)

mara is still my movie buddy

Thursday, November 17, 2005

Thu, 17 Nov 2005 15:43:54 GMT

when i was a little kid my mother told me not to stare into the sun so once when i was six i did....

Tuesday, November 08, 2005

Tue, 08 Nov 2005 22:33:07 GMT

pretty vacant331: im like a little girl in a candy shop!!!!!!
pretty vacant331: a rent candy shop
cachco656: you are sucha cracko
pretty vacant331: where they sell aid
cachco656: ......
pretty vacant331: *aids
pretty vacant331: and love
pretty vacant331: and a little bit of cowbell
pretty vacant331: haha!!!!
cachco656: you
cachco656: .are
cachco656: so
cachco656: lame

RENT is in 15 days!!!!!!! ah! I cant wait anylonger!!!!!!!

Thursday, November 03, 2005

Thu, 03 Nov 2005 21:57:07 GMT

lets undress like cross eyed strangers

what was I thinking when we said hello

I am trying to break you heart

Mara

Thursday, September 29, 2005

Thu, 29 Sep 2005 22:48:32 GMT

we'll miss you rapist van

Monday, September 26, 2005

Mon, 26 Sep 2005 22:02:17 GMT

its funny how one little thing can make everything ok again. How when youve had a shitty weekend and and even shittier start to a week and then someone comes along and just does one little gesture and reminds you how truly truly amazing your life is and how people really love you and the ones that do love you enough to make up for the ones that dont.

"Sometimes its hard being older than everyone your age you do it very well just keep on dancing. life will reward you (I swear it)"

Thank you Julie I really love you more than i could ever even fathom you really take all my bullshit and just make it go away, and for that I thank you like this (and in person) until I can find a better way to do so. Its strange how youre convinced that you know what love is and that until that love is dismissed you dont realize how real the feeling is with people you never thought you had it with. thank you so much Julie and everyone for everything!

Mara

Wednesday, September 21, 2005

Wed, 21 Sep 2005 23:44:06 GMT

Do you still sing of the mountain bed we made of limbs and leaves?
Do you still sigh there near the sky where the holly berry bleeds?
You laughed as I covered you over with leaves
Face, breast, hips, and thighs
You smiled when I said the leaves were just the color of your eyes

Rosin smells and turpentine smells from eucalyptus and pine
Bitter tastes of twigs we chewed where tangled wood vines twine
Trees held us in on all four sides so thick we could not see
I could not see any wrong in you, and you saw none in me

I crossed many states just to stand here now, my face all hot with tears
I crossed city, and valley, desert, and stream, to bring my body here
My history and future blaze bright in me and all my joy and pain
Go through my head on our mountain bed where I smell your hair again.

All this day long I linger here and on in through the night
My greeds, desires, my cravings, hopes, my dreams inside me fight:
My loneliness healed, my emptiness filled, I walk above all pain
Back to the breast of my woman and child to scatter my seeds again

To memory lane and melancholie walks