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Date: 2006-02-11 06:09 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ohubelka.livejournal.com
it's a boy!! :))

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Date: 2006-02-11 06:13 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] vriad-lee.livejournal.com
gotcha! it's a girl, unkempt and photoshoped.

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Date: 2006-02-11 06:16 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ohubelka.livejournal.com
AND she's unhappy about something on her laptop's monitor

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Date: 2006-02-11 06:17 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] vriad-lee.livejournal.com
she's working saturdays, what do you expect?

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Date: 2006-02-12 12:49 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] poemtree.livejournal.com
good looking married men in far-away countries are slightly aggravating.

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Date: 2006-02-12 05:12 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] vriad-lee.livejournal.com
lindsay, you sound so much gloomier during weekends. also, i miss talking to you all the time, i have to do 90% of talking to you in my head

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Date: 2006-02-12 05:14 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] poemtree.livejournal.com
it's funny that my mood can be read in a comment, i am that transparent.

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Date: 2006-02-12 05:15 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] vriad-lee.livejournal.com
i assure you, everyone is

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Date: 2006-02-12 05:22 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] vriad-lee.livejournal.com
here's another poem from 10 years ago. since no one gives a fuck about my poems, here you go

i was a plough-boy all my life
and when i came to live
my father said: look in his eye,
will be like me, with wit!

his face was rural, harsh and wild
his brows were sad
he used to drive through fields his plough
and wine drink, cheap and bad

he died when i was only six
and all the time before
he used to beat me with a stick
and speak about war

war will be very soon, indeed
he used to say those days
and brows saddened on his wild
rapacious rurarl face

my mother was a broken soul
and didn't argue much
her shawl was dirty, face was small
but she was warm to tuch

and so i liked to sit with her
who wouldn't, though, indeed!
until my father came from work
and showed his will & wit

a war did happen after all
i was called up and lost
world sighed and sagged, and last i saw
was plough, and sparkling frost

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Date: 2006-02-13 03:48 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] poemtree.livejournal.com
i like this/you/et cetera.

you are supposed to show me a side of you that will make me hate you!, i am supposed to hate you, internet-crushes are no good for me, you have a wife to turn to at night, what do i have.

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Date: 2006-02-13 04:34 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] vriad-lee.livejournal.com
you're the only person who likes my poems, besides my elder sister (who actually taught ne english). so, no sorry, i'm not going to turn you off me, i don't think i can afford it, although i think that i tried to show my bad sides, like a typical honest russian person, but you seem to be unimpressed by people's bad sides, so what can i do.

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Date: 2006-02-13 06:34 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] vriad-lee.livejournal.com
i couldn't download that song from emule in full, but it's good even so

sad pony girl by xiu xiu (http://www.grasshopper-toys.com/livejournal/Xiu Xiu_ponnytail_girl.mp3)

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Date: 2006-02-13 06:18 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] poemtree.livejournal.com
i thought that i sent you 'sad pony guerilla girl'? or wait, was it one of the ones that wouldn't work? it's one of my favorite xiu xiu songs.

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