300 + 1 girl = sweet nighti still had the best time so far here in florida seeing 300 with this badass girl down here.
I am now growing a gotee.
When it is manly enough, i shall stab me some persians.
Hey, it worked for King Leonidas.
Sunset
Pawnsi'm still clingling to what i used to have the way people used to be these sweet little mental images burned away bit by bit as reality takes away the innocensePawns
the people no longer platonic figures in this play of my life now they're pregnant, and getting old as am i, but reality hasn't stripped that from me i'm still what i once was, what i'll probably always be
and thats the problem in this world of innuendo sexual relationships, and seriousness
i'm still clinging to the simply lifestyle i used to have denying that anything's around the corne
Such Beautiful Words& over and over and over all the things you are and all the things i'm not ( though the latter is what i've always sought)Such Beautiful Words
everything is running though my mind a dizzying symphony of noise, & all thoes violins don't have strings ( just so people can't hear these things)
regression, confessions,
RETRACTION i'm no more confident now than i ever was ( though i still havn't found the cause)
but from where i am and where you stay its not going to be easy sorting these things ( but i need to be quick, the violinists have found the strings
The DecisionHe stands on top of the building, this is the begining of the end. This will be perfect, a better message he could not send.The Decision
He's tired of it all, all they do is shout. They don't care about him, This is his only way out.
He doesn't know what he did, to be hated by his own kin. No one gives a damn, No one cares about him.
THe wind whips around him, and wraps him in it's cold embrace. He leans back and falls, And lands with a smile on his face.
Your Song...I climb into bed, reluctantly removing the headphones. The lyrics still echoing in my head, reverberating through my bones, to my soul. Tears threatening to fall. I pull up the duvet, cocooning myself inside it. I stretch an arm out to switch of the lamp, and I’m left alone in the dark. The darkness scares me, it never used to. I shudder slightly and squeeze my eyes shut, praying for sleep before my thoughts steal it from me.Your Song...
It’s too late, they've already arrived. It’s like a train stopping at the platform and the passengers spilling out. Each passenger is a thought, each battling for a place in the front of the queue. How do yo
Zim
Affection
great work
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Paul Smecker: You know, you Irish cops are perking up. That's two sound theories in one day, neither of which deal with abnormally sized men. Kind of makes me feel like Riverdancing. ~ Boondock Saints
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TEAM GIR FOREVER!
Sam+Brady+Dusty+Ami-chan(Me) = TEAM GIR
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TEAM GIR FOREVER!
Sam+Brady+Dusty+Ami-chan(Me) = TEAM GIR
(\/)
( ..)
C(''
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Please visit my collab account at ~XpandoranX !
FECES.
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It is inhumane, in my opinion, to force people who have a genuine medical need for coffee to wait in line behind people who apparently view it as some kind of recreational activity.
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as i spy from behind my giant robots eyes, i keep him happy cuz i might fall out if he cries
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