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Solares Marxistas
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Contos de uma flama infinita. Segunda-feira, março 03, 2003. Noturno, trivial passeio. Estou no patamar esperando que minha namorada chegue. Não gosto dela tanto quanto gosto de mim. Suzana é o seu nome. Sei que está comigo porque tenho um belo carro, amigos influentes, casa e situação econômica confortáveis. Ela é um tanto fútil. Gosta de olhares furtivos e sempre procura, ao seu redor, avistar alguém que possa me substituir. Alguém que valha o quanto pese.
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Working through the changes of my body and soul. This space reserved for a blurb about me and/or this weblog. Letters to an Angel. Descent into the Dungeon. Saturday, January 27, 2007. Does anyone but me read this anymore? Posted by L 8:35 AM. Jeez I won't apologize, but I'll hope someone reads this. I'm busy. that's that. It's been almost a year now since all of this happened. He's still here, but he hasn't been the angel with regard to lifestyle changes he thought he would be. :).
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L's Body of Work
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Working through the changes of my body and soul. This space reserved for a blurb about me and/or this weblog. Letters to an Angel. Descent into the Dungeon. Sunday, January 09, 2005. Posted by L 6:34 PM. Wow iâ m a . . . switch! Itâ s official, now, is what i mean. John and I were asked by a new friend to scene with him at our monthly play party, with us both topping, and i did it! In light of my high feeling, John suggested we not play ourselves that evening, which made sense to me as well (even though ...
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L's Body of Work
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Working through the changes of my body and soul. This space reserved for a blurb about me and/or this weblog. Letters to an Angel. Descent into the Dungeon. Thursday, May 05, 2005. I swear, we're not dead. Posted by L 6:54 AM. Just in case any of our friends are still wondering, John and I are not, in fact, dead or anything. He's been promoted twice since January, which is great, but which means 60 hour weeks, at least for now. this means our life is, well, busier than ever before.
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Working through the changes of my body and soul. This space reserved for a blurb about me and/or this weblog. Letters to an Angel. Descent into the Dungeon. Friday, October 29, 2004. Working it out as i go. Posted by L 10:24 PM. The truth is, there are simply tons of things that other couples in the lifestyle do or say or partake in, for which i am just not ready. and some things for which i will never be ready. But it still bothers me, as do other things. Maybe some of the bother comes from the posts be...
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L's Body of Work
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Working through the changes of my body and soul. This space reserved for a blurb about me and/or this weblog. Letters to an Angel. Descent into the Dungeon. Thursday, May 05, 2005. I swear, we're not dead. Posted by L 6:54 AM. Just in case any of our friends are still wondering, John and I are not, in fact, dead or anything. He's been promoted twice since January, which is great, but which means 60 hour weeks, at least for now. this means our life is, well, busier than ever before.
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L's Body of Work
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Working through the changes of my body and soul. This space reserved for a blurb about me and/or this weblog. Letters to an Angel. Descent into the Dungeon. Sunday, December 12, 2004. Posted by L 11:37 AM. Okay, so i did it. i swatted my first behind. He counted, i swung, and we both had a lovely little moment. And i can honestly say, i want some more. It was a great evening, even if John and i were both pretty darned exhausted by the end, just from the culmination of a pretty long week.
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Contos de uma flama infinita. Sábado, janeiro 04, 2003. Ruidoso, caminho por entre cobras, pedestres e aeroportos. Ouço sons de tambores e sigo-os. Não há calma nem placidez neste momento infinito. Só vejo dor, sorrisos infelizes e memórias de cantos inabitados e jamais vistos por lente humana. O dia é um ruminante em contradição. Refaz-se a cada rotação, a cada momento enquanto choro choro choro rio rio rio.
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Contos de uma flama infinita. Segunda-feira, fevereiro 17, 2003. Procurava. Olhava. Buscava. Sintetizava cada segundo no seu milésimo e condensava, espremendo, o tempo no seu valor real: um sumo de instantes diluídos e de significado abstracto. Saltava de lugar em lugar, sem prestar atenção ao espaço, ao tempo, à chuva, aos equinócios ou às poças de lama. Nada lhe interessava. Um punhado de transeuntes: eis o que é o mundo. Procurava. Esbugalhas os olhos num arrepio descuidado, amas por um instante, teme...