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O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!
It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night
As a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear-
Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear!


Eileen; sahkae@gmail.com

I line my eyes like a raccoon and my nail polish is always cracked.


Tuesday, January 10
Por sent me my first eighteenth birthday sms last night, that sweet woman of mine.

And my friendly neighbourhood 3rd sergeant gave me a card with a tiger-print birthday cake on it. And a UN Field Guide, where it tells you to let the rapist rape you if you want to survive. Sweet.

And if you're on a hijacked plane, pretend to sleep. And try to exercise in your seat. Like, whatthefuck.


11:24:00 pm


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