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Little Moe: January 2006
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Another day, another dollar. Sunday, January 22, 2006. I Was Young When I Left Home. I was young when i left home. An' I been out a-ramblin' round. An' I never wrote a letter to my home. To my home, lord, to my home. An' I never wrote a letter to my home. It was just the other day. I was bringin' home my pay. When i met an' old friend i used to know. Said, "Your mother is dead an' gone. An' your sisters all gone wrong. An' your daddy needs you home right away.'. Not a shirt on my back. An' I never wrote ...
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Little Moe: May 2005
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Another day, another dollar. Tuesday, May 31, 2005. Who is this man? Posted by Little Moe at 1:48 PM NYC. Only Capone kills guys like that! All of them headin places, where they have to be,. Lisbon, 08.02.06. I Was Young When I Left Home. HELLS ANGELS by Hunter S. Thompson. Chanson de la Plus Haute Tour. Down at Bourbon Street. Love Minus Zero / No Limit.
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Little Moe: February 2006
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Another day, another dollar. Thursday, February 23, 2006. Only Capone kills guys like that! Said Bugs Moran after learning that seven of his men had been killed in a warehouse on Clark Street. You stuck a dagger in my heart. Had your wedding ring in my hand. I was goin' to propose today. Even chose my best man. It was one of your best friends. Now that i'm gone. Maybe he'll give you a hand. The black cloud of dead. Raised upon my head. And you came to tuck me in gently. In my dyin' bed. Well your daddy m...
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Confessions of a Movie Slut Part Deux: spare room
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Confessions of a Movie Slut Part Deux. Ruminations of one diana, a journalist and cadet reporter obssessed over all things celluloid. a po-mo culturalist who has recently rediscovered her love for writing fiction, she hopes to meet life head-on with less fear and more gusto. these are her confessions. Thursday, August 28, 2008. They are gone and they took the extra things and the noise with them. what was once a full home, running over the brim, is now half empty and quiet. I miss little faces, little ha...
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Little Moe: September 2005
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Another day, another dollar. Friday, September 30, 2005. Posted by Little Moe at 7:51 PM NYC. Shut up, just shut the up. Who the hell do you think i am? Come on man. i ve seen it before, you think you' re the one? Come on. spare me. 02.17. do you think i have time for this? Come on. hit the road jack, this life just ain't for you. Not for for you, not for none of your friends. Artists, artists? Oh, may the Lord have mercy on your soul. Shame on you boy, just go back to that little thing of yours. No way ...
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Little Moe: October 2005
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Another day, another dollar. Tuesday, October 04, 2005. HAWAII THEATRE. ON ACID. In a daze. i won t pick up the phone. No, i m tired of saying this time it's for real. FOR REAL. Do you hear me? Just like Him, i made my own lane. I chose this path. this was the path i chose. Forever? What does Forever means anyway? The sun, red as the wine that represents His blood. Sunday night dreaming awake of Hawaii, a blood red bird flying towards His son. Posted by Little Moe at 6:46 PM NYC. Monday, October 03, 2005.
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Little Moe: November 2005
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Another day, another dollar. Wednesday, November 09, 2005. Took a cab downtown,. The driver was a wise man,. For five pounds only,. He showed me God's plans,. The present is now past,. Our future just left,. You take good care now,. Wish you all the best.". Posted by Little Moe at 8:40 PM NYC. Only Capone kills guys like that! All of them headin places, where they have to be,. Lisbon, 08.02.06. I Was Young When I Left Home. HELLS ANGELS by Hunter S. Thompson. Chanson de la Plus Haute Tour.
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Confessions of a Movie Slut Part Deux: February 2007
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Confessions of a Movie Slut Part Deux. Ruminations of one diana, a journalist and cadet reporter obssessed over all things celluloid. a po-mo culturalist who has recently rediscovered her love for writing fiction, she hopes to meet life head-on with less fear and more gusto. these are her confessions. Tuesday, February 27, 2007. The prodigal daughter returns. How do you summarise a 4 year experience? How do u sum yourself up in the first place? Posted by Dee @ 12:57 AM. Read the blog, mate. Pirates of th...
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Confessions of a Movie Slut Part Deux: hogwarts' badasses
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Confessions of a Movie Slut Part Deux. Ruminations of one diana, a journalist and cadet reporter obssessed over all things celluloid. a po-mo culturalist who has recently rediscovered her love for writing fiction, she hopes to meet life head-on with less fear and more gusto. these are her confessions. Friday, April 27, 2007. Remember last year when the first one-sheet teaser of voldemort- sinister and solo- was released and in fangirl abandon, i hoped for one that featured the da? Posted by Dee @ 1:21 AM.
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Confessions of a Movie Slut Part Deux: December 2006
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Confessions of a Movie Slut Part Deux. Ruminations of one diana, a journalist and cadet reporter obssessed over all things celluloid. a po-mo culturalist who has recently rediscovered her love for writing fiction, she hopes to meet life head-on with less fear and more gusto. these are her confessions. Wednesday, December 20, 2006. It's so close, i can feel it in my bones. And i'm shitting my pants y'all. For high definition trailers, go here. How stunning is that? Retreat into the imagination. The renown...