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cock cookies

Dec. 19th, 2006 | 12:10 pm
location: Centralia High School, Centralia, WA.
music: Master Exploder - Tenacious D

merry christmas everyone!

how have you been doing? i've been okay..got a bit of a cold..working on integrity paper and trying to manage my life. so basically every day shit. i hope that you have been doing amazingly swell though. i know i'm trying. What do you want for christmas? i think i want world peace, but my mom said to ask for something within reason, but there is very little i want more than that that isn't materialistic. shitty shitty fag fag. gaf yttihs shitty fag. gooday my friends i am kaitlin graff and i have () integrity. I am a fun loving free gal. SEATTLE AQUARIUM.

i love fish, and ...boats. and soda goats.

what's beneath the surface.

i like cock cookies. do you? scrotum river. vulgar vulgar vulgar. shit.

i'm in dixon's room and he isn't here..and i'm sad. i miss you dixon! get better soon! and ...adfkjguh...alkdjf? meow? mreeoow?

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She elf and cock chickens

Jun. 28th, 2006 | 08:02 am
mood: death... death...
music: Run - Snow Patrol

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Karin and I

Apr. 23rd, 2006 | 03:04 pm
location: My bedroom.
mood: awake awake
music: O-Zone

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The History of Chickens and Me

Apr. 6th, 2006 | 06:39 pm
mood: determined determined
music: Weapon - Mathew Good Band

    What is my fascination with chickens? I love them, but why? Chickens don't love me anymore.

    I once owned chickens..yes...I was in 5th grade attending Oakview elementary. I was in Mrs. Harjo's class. I love those chickens...They were my lovely spring chickens. I had 8. Two of various types: 2 barred rock (Polie and Molly), 2 golden buff (Sissy and Sassy), 2 rhode island red (Rhodie and Ditsy), and 2 black sex-link (Mini-Me and Henny Penny). Yes I loved those chickens...and Evelyn loved those chickens too. I got quite an abundance of eggs from them and sold them by the dozen for 50 cents. Then right before winter I sold them for $1 because they wouldn't lay eggs during the winter, so thats why I raised prices. Yes, things were wonderful. I would visit the chickens everyday after school. Oh!! Did I mention I raised them from chicks? Well, I did. They were amazing. So smart! Since I handled them frequently at an early age they grew close to me. As they got older they would still let me handle them. I picked them up all the time and hugged them. I loved my hens.

     Then...darkness came and broke the sacred light that my hens and I had shared and God took my chickens from this world one, by one. My 8 dwindled to 6, then to 5, then to 4 and stayed at 4 for a while. Then it came to 2. Henny Penny and Mini-Me. They were old, for chickens. Approximately 4 years old.

    The neighbors dog killed Mini-Me while she was grazing around in my backyard. He shortened her life, for I believe she would have existed much longer. Then the last, Henny Penny. I didn't want her to be alone so I purchased several more chicks. They didn't have the same connection with me as the 8 did, and I felt they were stupid. I still loved them but not the same. Henny Penny died maybe from old age or maybe from sorrow. Then "new" chickens lived for about a year.

    I was reluctant to let them graze for I thought that they would be killed much like Mini-Me. Chickens love to graze to be free not(excuse the pun), to be "couped" up. So, against my better wishes I let the four out to graze. I came out to check on them and the dog had gotten to them. They were in their chicken house frightened and beaten. One chicken lay dead. The other 3 looked injured. 1 was hardly damaged, but the other two suffered deadly wounds. I didn't expect them to live out the night. They did though.

     A new danger came in the nights following. Perhaps the creature smelt the blood that had been shed from their wounds and it lured it to the hen house, but either way my chickens had been safe in their pen and house for 5 years prior. I think it was a raccoon, but I'm not sure what type of animal it was. I came to feed the chickens in the morning and saw a hole that'd been dug by something that was trying to get under the fence. I was scared that something would succeed. I asked my mom what we could do and she put a barricade so to speak of a large log in its wake. The creature kept digging. Each morning a new hole to patch. I began locking up the hen house inside of the pen, thinking that if the enemy did breach the fortress that it wouldn't be able to penetrate the base. I was wrong. It made it under the fence to the hen house and dug under the house and was able to enter. I found one chicken dead in the house and there was no detection of the other chickens. I searched for the chickens and found them. I put them back in the house. and patched the holes. The next day my mother asked me to go check the chickens. I was afraid of what I might see so I asked Josh to come with me.

    He came with me to check on the chickens and we found no trace of them in or around the house or the pen. I was sad and crying I thought for sure they were dead and I knew it was my fault. Josh continued to survey the area for signs of struggle or signs of remains. He didn't find my chickens, but we did find feathers scattered about.

    I never bought chickens again after these tragedies. I thought about getting them again, but I knew they were irreplaceable. I loved my chickens.

    I love them still.

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Apr. 3rd, 2006 | 05:05 pm



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Mar. 6th, 2006 | 04:49 am

I can't think of a place to go and I can't think of a place I've been.
Tell me where do I look like and who am I going.
Look both ways when you cross the street.
Don't be afraid to touch your toes.
Sniff the air around you.
Breathe in the Sunshine.
Feel the taste of tears.
Swim the mountain.
Climb the ocean.
Melt the melt-able
Kiss the deadly.


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Mar. 2nd, 2006 | 03:28 pm
mood: awake awake
music: Milkman - Aphex Twin


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Clarence Thomas

Feb. 6th, 2006 | 12:26 pm

...as far as I'm concerned, it is a high-tech lynching for uppity blacks who in any way deign to think for themselves, to do for themselves, to have different ideas, and it is a message that unless you kowtow to an old order, this is what will happen to you. You will be lynched, destroyed, caricatured by a committee of the US Senate rather than hung from a tree.

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Jan. 17th, 2006 | 10:57 am
mood: angry angry

I think like the "Happy Pope", I think things over and see how I can satisfy everybody, although we have the same character, this will not be my fate.

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Broken fences and sitting ducks

Jan. 11th, 2006 | 12:19 pm
mood: uncomfortable uncomfortable

Have you ever just sat by yourself somewhere and watched. You weren't looking for anything in particular but you just sat and watched. You watched people moving; going about their buisness, and you just sat there watching. You don't stare at anything specifically you just "observe". Maybe you are off in the distance even further now still watching and in your mind you are wondering, "What are they saying? Why are they rushing?" You don't know the answer, you just sit back and watch the show.

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