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Sex [Jun. 6th, 2014|06:35 pm]
Sonogram Due October 10, 2014.
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I must have gone blind. [Jun. 7th, 2008|04:09 am]
[mood |Ambivalent]
[music |Hit the Lights - Save Your Breath]

I didn't see you.

And the beautiful girl missed her entrance.

Save your breath this time around. You're too beautiful and it's late.
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Fade in, start the scene. Enter beautiful girl. [Jun. 2nd, 2008|11:54 pm]
[Current Location |Home]
[mood |Cogitative]
[music |The Spill Canvas - Self-conclusion]

I hope Livejournal lives forever. I know my love for it will.

I'm back in New Hampshire.

I work with a child with cerebral palsy. I gave him a bath yesterday.

I want to see you this week (amphiboly intended).


Postscript. fourfiveninefourfoursixthree
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Mission Home Address [Jan. 30th, 2007|08:29 pm]
Elder Sam Burgess
California Roseville Mission
8331 Sierra College Blvd, Ste 208
Roseville, CA 95661-9486
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Yucky Yuba [Nov. 12th, 2006|07:57 pm]
I really am in Yuba City: 605 Queens Ave Apartment #3 Yuba City, California 95991.
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Circumnavigating chary canons [Sep. 20th, 2006|08:52 pm]
The vacuity of my Redding mailbox was depressing.

My new mailbox is located at:

267 I Street
Lincoln, California 95648

I hope it'll make new friends with my old ones.
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Vicarious Disobedience [Aug. 12th, 2006|01:45 pm]
'Sam, you can't do that!'

'Nope, but she can. Thanks, Elizabeth!'

Remember when I told you I'd write?


Now expurgate that memory! Now is the time for veracity; don't you make a liar of me!

My address is: 4538 B Lynbrook Loop Redding, California 96003.

Postscript. I'll never see any replies you mighty leave here. You'll just have to write me if you want to tell me something."
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I'll be your dream; I'll be your wish; I'll be your fantasy. I'll be your hope; I'll be your lov [Jun. 6th, 2006|07:00 pm]
Sans Sam's standard sesquipedalians:

I'm leaving for California tomorrow morning.

I'm leaving my heart in Brookline.

I left her with a ring.

I hope she remembers me.

I'll be back in two years.


[In retrospect, I should never have spent money jewelry. Oops.]
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You were the last good thing about this part of town. [Mar. 24th, 2006|05:35 pm]
[mood |calmcalm]
[music |Fall Out Boy - Where Is Your Boy? (Grand Theft Autumn)]

This is a post for the people:

a post sans thought;
a post without concern;
a post devoid of greatness.

A post more fitting for a Post-It.

This is a post for you.

Starting in June, I will spend the next two years of my life in the Roseville, California area.
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Livejournal is a poor forum for truth. So said, none of this is true. [Feb. 15th, 2006|05:52 pm]
[mood |Esurient]
[music |Four Year Strong - Not To Toot My Own Horn, but BEEP BEEP]

In a world where offense is taken at the slightest slight, Livejournal presents the writer with a peculiar audience, an audience consisting entirely of friends. In a more standard outlet, negative repercussions emanating from a critical statement or disparate opinion are only felt when financial (and, of late, physical) securities are threatened, whereas in Livejournal, since every reader at least purports concord with the author, one ofttimes feels obligated to censure his words, thus circumventing possible drama. Though an informal medium, (conscientious) Livejournal users too often acquiesce to converging societal pressures, resulting in a vacuity of reality: truth is jilted for harmony's sake--reality repressed, revamped, rewritten; nothing means anything.

And that, perhaps, is everything.

If veracity is obsolete, or at least ill-suited with popularity, does fallacy succeed?

Nescience certainly better facilitates friendship than exacting truth, but sophistic veneers only extrapolate the vacuity sustained in self-censored writings to every day life, ultimately dissolving the very relationships the writer strives through his empty words to maintain, and, yet, such facades are still employed to appease spuriously conceived notions of congeniality.

Oh well.

That wasn't even the point of this post.

I was supposed to make a free speech argument, but I really didn't care.

And then I was going to mention Islam and its current vendetta against such free speech.

And then the impetus of the post:

I made myself a T-shirt. (Iron-on is the way to go.)

Um, I'm mostly hoping someone will be offended, try to kill me, and get my name into a nationally circulated paper. But I guess no one bothers keeping up with the news. You won't even laugh. Or so it goes.

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