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[14 Nov 2009|08:14pm] |
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ljsecret will be taking a week long hiatus from posting imaged based secret posts. On Monday (November 16th) a text only submission post will be opened and left open all week. Starting the following Monday (November 23rd) we will post image based secret posts again. Starting that Monday (November 23rd) we will start a new posting schedule that will eliminate posts on Tuesdays and Thursdays. That means we will only be posting image based secrets on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays.
If you would like to submit your image based secrets, please go here.
We are opened to any suggestions you have to make the community more active. Please leave any suggestions you have. Thank you.
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[12 Nov 2009|09:19pm] |
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new journal, I already added everyone who uses this thing actively. Add me back, please.
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[10 Nov 2009|04:11pm] |
For Brian - J. Morrison
I'm a resident of a city They've just picked me to play the Prince of Denmark Poor Ophelia All the ghosts he never saw, floating to doom on an iron candle
Come back, brave warrior, Do the dive On another channel
Hot buttered pool Where's Marrakesh under the Falls the wild storm where savages fell out in late afternoon monsters of rhythm
You've left your Nothing to compete with Silence I hope you went out Smiling Like a child Into the cool remnant of a dream
The angel man with Serpents competing for his palms and fingers Finally claimed
angel man with Serpents competing for his palms and fingers Finally claimed
This benevolent Soul
Ophelia
Leaves, sodden in silk
Chlorine dream mad stifled Witness
The diving board, the plunge The pool
You were a fighter a damask musky muse
You were the bleached Sun for TV afternoon
horned-toads maverick of a yellow spot
Look now to where it's got You
in meat heaven w/ the cannibals & jews
The gardener Found The body, rampant, floating
Lucky Stiff What is the green pale stuff You've made of
poke holes in the goddess Skin
Will he Stink Carried heavenward Thru the halls of music
No chance
Requiem for a heavy
That smile That porky satyr's leer has leaped upward into the loam
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