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    by demimondaine on May 30, 2009 I will probably forget about this journal after today. If you'd like to talk, look me up on Facebook. My name is Robyn Vondrasek. No Comments
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    by demimondaine on May 30, 2009 The changes I have gone through and the things I have experienced since I last wrote in this journal are too substantial to even talk about. Let's just say, for those of you that will read this, and that have read my previous entries, I am a different person. Happier, but also more sad. Older in more ways than one. I guess this is what growing up feels like. R. No Comments
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    by demimondaine on October 26, 2008 The past is a grotesque animal, and in its eyes you see how completely wrong you can be. The sun is out, it melts the snow that fell yesterday. Makes you wonder why it bothered. I fell in love with the first cute girl that I met who could appreciate Georges Bataille, standing at Swedish festival discussing "Story of the Eye." It's so embarrassing to need someone like I do you. How can I explain, I need you here and not here too. I'm flunking out, I'm flunking out, I'm gone, I'm just gone, but at least I author my own disaster. Performance breakdown and I don't want to hear it, I'm just not available. Things could be different but they're not. The mousy girl screams, "Violence! Violence!" She gets hysterical because they're both so mean, and it's my favorite scene, but the cruelty's so predictable. It makes you sad on the stage. Though our love project has so much potential, but it's like we weren't made for this world (though I wouldn't really want to meet someone who was). Do I have to scream in your face? I've been dodging lamps and vegetables. Throw it all in my face, I don't care. Let's just have some fun. Let's tear this shit apart. Let's tear the fucking house apart. Let's tear our fucking bodies apart, but let's just have some fun. Somehow you've red-rovered the gestapo circling my heart, and nothing can defeat you. No death, no ugly world. You've lived so brightly, you've altered everything. I find myself searching for old selves while speeding forward through the plate glass of maturing cells. I've played the unraveler, the parhelion, but even apocalypse is fleeting. There's no death, no ugly world. Sometimes I wonder if you're mythologizing me like I do you. We want our film to be beautiful, not realistic. Perceive me in the radiance of terror dreams, and you can betray me, but teach me something wonderful. Crown my head, crowd my head with your lilting effects. Project your fears on to me, I need to view them. See, there's nothing to them. I promise you, there's nothing to them. I'm so touched by your goodness, you make me feel so criminal. How do you keep it together? I'm all, all unraveled. But you know, no matter where we are, we're always touching by underground wires. I've explored you with the detachment of an analyst, but most nights we've raided the same kingdoms, and none of our secrets are physical now. R. No Comments
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    by demimondaine on September 04, 2008 back into the groove hopefully this will help R. No Comments
  • 8:43 pm

    by demimondaine on August 27, 2008 i fucking hate being lied to. fuck you, i hope you miss me. R. No Comments
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    by demimondaine on August 14, 2008 if you can't beat em join em R. No Comments
  • 10:25 am

    by demimondaine on July 31, 2008 numb numb numb numb numb numb bring on the substances R. No Comments
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    by demimondaine on July 27, 2008 i'm so sorry. R. No Comments
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    by demimondaine on July 23, 2008 your journal broke my heart. R. No Comments
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    by demimondaine on July 19, 2008 single again. R. No Comments
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