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more of me to come... sorry i jumped off the planet.. ill explain (if there is anyone left who rememebers me...
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OK well im starting over with my LJ, i have not updated in a long time but thats going to change, i need to put forth more effort to keep myself in check, and here is day one of that journey....
So..
For today lets just say.. I fucking miss my kats so much..
Thank you
Mike
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| Subject: | Robyn |
| Time: | 10:43 pm. |
| Mood: |  loved. | | Music: | The sound of my hand on Robyn's thigh.... |
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Michael "Chi" Bollaci Is madly in love with the great and magnificant most beautiful girl in the world and her Name is Robyn Iris Segal......I Love her soooooooo Much! The great Gonzo Loves her!
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Tuesday, April 22nd, 2003
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Wednesday, April 16th, 2003
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Saturday, April 12th, 2003
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Wednesday, April 9th, 2003
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If you are in the Tri-State area...
PUT ON 101.1 FM RIGHT NOW!!!!!!
DISCOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
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Saturday, April 5th, 2003
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That burning feeling.
Red liquids.
Clear liquids.
Blessed are the sick.
Children shiver in the river.
Where is our God now?
Does he watch over all in El Segundo?
He don't lie when he say,
"Under."
I'm wasting away.
I find time to pine when pining away my time.
Within sin, with no redemption.
We will find our souls and the shells they're kept in, all wasted away.
When pining away my time.
All wasted away.
Blessed the sick in me.
The prey, the thrill, the chill and we are martyrs that crumble on time.
Predestination.
We'll stop upon dimes.
And he constructed us all in El Segundo,
While the shivering children pray.
I'm wasting away.
I find time to pine when pining away my time.
Within sin.
No redemption.
We will find our souls and the shells they're kept in, all wasted away.
All wasted away.
Demons in,
demons out.
Cry for dawn.
Gratis.
Bored.
I'm the matador of the children's ward.
All wasted away.
Beggars wed choosers.
Red sheets.
Bed sheets.
Boozers.
I'm the head fan.
Blessed be my bed pan.
I feel a roar having just been mugged.
I wait for you having just been mugged.
I feel a roar having just been mugged.
In the sun, I got this for you.
It's under my finger nails.
I brought this for you.
It's typically Sunday.
And I got this for you.
it's under my finger nails.
And I brought it for you..
Demons in,
Demons out.
Cry for dawn.
Gratis.
Bored.
I'm the matador of the children's ward.
All wasted away.
Beggars wed choosers.
Bed sheets.
Red sheets.
Boozers.
I'm the head fan.
Blessed be my bed pan.
All wasted away.
I'm digging a hole. (x2)
This is what it's like to be alone. (X2)
(You dont need another one do you? / Nope.)
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I have not been updating in a whille because i am in the process of moving and i didnt have any means to connect to net till today.
Im still kinda in limbo so ill be a little light on the posts for a few more days but will be back in full bloom ASAP.
Thanks for you support and remember to vote Bolluci!
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Please help show your support and buy this Book, Jim English is a friend
of mine and he is just starting out. This book is AMAZING and very original and funny. If
you dont have any money ill buy you the book, just spread the word, he deserves
it. Thanks and i love you all very much. </p>
Escape from Fire Island! a Date With Destiny Adventure
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Editorial Reviews
Book Description
This hilarious sci-fi parody chronicles one man’s weekend vacation on
Fire Island, where—amid all the cocktails, Speedos, and circuit parties—he’s
hoping to find true love. But these amorous plans are foiled when a vat of toxic
waste washes ashore—and it’s up to him to save Fire Island from
a plague of zombie drag queens!
On every page, YOU have control of the story: If you ask the lifeguard to bring
you to the sheriff’s office, turn to page 108. If you ask the lifeguard
to warn everyone at the night club, turn to page 32. If you ask the lifeguard
if he’d like to work out sometime, turn to page 140.
With more than 35 illustrations throughout—and more hot bods than a year’s
subscription to Men’s Health magazine—Escape from Fire Island! is
the most campy and hilarious read of the summer.
About the Author
James H. English based this book on his experiences at Fire Island (except for
all the zombie stuff - he made those parts up). He lives in Astoria, New York.
Thank you all very much.</a>
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