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    drapes
  • Let (oneself or a part of one's body) rest somewhere in a casual or relaxed way
  • (drape) curtain: hanging cloth used as a blind (especially for a window)
  • (drape) arrange in a particular way; "drape a cloth"
  • Adorn, cover, or wrap (someone or something) loosely with folds of cloth
  • (drape) the manner in which fabric hangs or falls; "she adjusted the drape of her skirt"
  • Arrange (cloth or clothing) loosely or casually on or around something
    buy
  • bargain: an advantageous purchase; "she got a bargain at the auction"; "the stock was a real buy at that price"
  • obtain by purchase; acquire by means of a financial transaction; "The family purchased a new car"; "The conglomerate acquired a new company"; "She buys for the big department store"
  • Pay someone to give up an ownership, interest, or share
  • bribe: make illegal payments to in exchange for favors or influence; "This judge can be bought"
  • Obtain in exchange for payment
  • Procure the loyalty and support of (someone) by bribery

***This is an excerpt from last year around this time, it is crazy how much things can change in one year: [Friday, 21/11/2008] «It was one of those days where my ass felt too muscular for its own good—it was a contiguous network of muscles extending down to my ankles, it was at the point that if you were to put a walnut between my ass cheeks I swear with a gluteus maximus clench, it would have cracked. « It was one of those days met with gastrointestinal discomfort, familial shouts and hollers, glued-shut eyes, a glass of water. It was one of those days where my mouth tasted like soot, my insides were dank and sour, my throat felt burnt and run over, dry-so dry, so ashy. I should stop doing this to myself, I kept thinking. «It was one of those days where I met nobody, made no real progress, only extended myself less than marginally, never really laughing, never really feeling, never really talking, never really saying anything, thoughts going into me like a knife into Styrofoam, thoughts that sounded like this—tangents like white Styrofoam balls of dust. They never really go away, when they melt they just burn, melt and compact into a blackened hard ball glued into itself. It was one of those days that felt like these. «It was one of those days where I could only pantomime gestures in the mirror to soften the stoic face because my ears would not listen, and my heart otiosely deafened, beat steadily, holding in, hardening my emotions like the effects of radiation on tissue. «It was one of those days that shit hit the fan, when my emotions went haywire, when speech was fallacial, when my psyche was impaired and let roam. It was one of those days where my inebriated metaphysicality acted out with fear, sadness, depression, unhappiness, dissatisfaction, longings, desires, insecurities, as a coping mechanism that came out and materialized as an exorcism, a devil coming out of my flesh, speaking in tongues, an out of body experience. At least that is what they told me. « It was one of those days stygian and tainted. It was one of those days where the drapes blackened everything out and not even a ray of memory could faintly light the dust. It was one of those days rendered visually to all but to me. «It was one of those days buried in sheets—laying there in a ghost outline of a person who could have been alive the other night but now is met with stigma. «It was one of those days where new potential friends were seared off by me and left, gone, away. It was one of those days of emotional, social, and mental suicide. It was one of those days where I should have known better, where I should have paced myself, where I should have not acted brave, where I should have considered that I was a guest and I was surrounded by company. It was one of those days that you feel sorry for yourself and others, that you feel guilty but cannot regret. It was one of those days that sets you back emotionally, spiritually, mentally, physically and socially. It was one of those days of many. It was one of those days you learn from and is set as an archetype to standardize the way you socialize. It was one of those days hung-over feeling pangs of dread, concern, and anxiety. It was one of those days I where I feel like such an ass, so moronic, and sorry. I am sorry, but I cannot change anything, just continue with my life. Repent; accept»
michael jackson died today
michael jackson died today
Today, people of my generation mourn Michael Jackson, dead at 50. His death really shocked me! Enough to pull out my Thriller album (my first album) and pose for this sad photo. Sure, he was crazy, right? He was an easy target for many years with his bizarre antics, surgeries, draped children, pedophile trials... .dude had a messed up and crazy life...but--he had amazing talent, awesome, unique--and back in the day, man, weren't no one cooler. Tonight I'm sure there will be candle-lit vigils in Japan, Eastern Europe, Dubai... and Gary, Indiana. "I'm going back to Indiana. Indiana here I come I'm going back to Indiana Because that's where I started from. Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeaaaaaa."

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