11-30-2003, 09:12 PM
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Cheeses Save
Join Date: Oct 2003
Location: Floating
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this year, i'll set goals
I said to him as he gawked smiled with contempt "goals are for soccer" he said with a sheepish grin "and you've never played." i pushed him aside and went back to my drawings mumbling to myself "it will work this time." "slow and steady wins the race" I drew a tortoise art is killing me the tortoise must win the race say "no" to paint fumes Angel sauntered in Angel wasn't wearing much a cheap way to flirt In this case- cheap worked pay the price, slide "The Spiral" my pocket's empty. she saw my turtle it sucked, I tried to hide it oh good grief! Shrinkage leisurely strolling I rethink my master plan angel came with me "Is this where you sleep?" "Yeah, but I don't get much rest" "I can relate, yeah..." We didn't slumber We didn't even try to restful all the same Sheepish grin boy peeked but blankets hid the good stuff no shrinkage this time Night went by wide-eyed way too much tension to sleep warm breath on my neck A light in our pane roommate takes his grin to work Angel and I spoke "Tonight can we meet?" twas time for goal number one so many goals, which? "Which one, which?" I ask "the village or lower east?" "Lower, Please!" I fawn "Lower it is then." The cab slips past Bowery "Roosevelt Park, please" Cabbie drives quickly under a Manhattan moon he stops suddenly Beyond, musicians A street fair blossomed here I pay the cab driver ahhh...live music, food. a carnival atmosphere wish angel was here dancers float ribbons I buy some cotton candy today, indulgence A strange little man with a plan and hotdog stand Beckoned me to him "Do you know Tarot?" I queried him sheepishly "Yes, good sir, for you" He gave me the cards "Cut them seven times" he sighed I did what he said Belive cards, Who me? But first card is an Angel Now what could I say? Me rendered speechless mmm ah ooh er ah oh mmm I managed to say The old man nodding the next card turns - a joker! Strange, thats my nickname! Shiver down my spine "Anymore questions?" He asked. ....yes, will...we...find love? Maybe lust, not love the card, Lovers, upside down. |
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11-30-2003, 10:07 PM
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half baked
Join Date: Sep 2002
Location: just ducky
Posts: 12,078
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this year, i'll set goals
I said to him as he gawked smiled with contempt "goals are for soccer" he said with a sheepish grin "and you've never played." i pushed him aside and went back to my drawings mumbling to myself "it will work this time." "slow and steady wins the race" I drew a tortoise art is killing me the tortoise must win the race say "no" to paint fumes Angel sauntered in Angel wasn't wearing much a cheap way to flirt In this case- cheap worked pay the price, slide "The Spiral" my pocket's empty. she saw my turtle it sucked, I tried to hide it oh good grief! Shrinkage leisurely strolling I rethink my master plan angel came with me "Is this where you sleep?" "Yeah, but I don't get much rest" "I can relate, yeah..." We didn't slumber We didn't even try to restful all the same Sheepish grin boy peeked but blankets hid the good stuff no shrinkage this time Night went by wide-eyed way too much tension to sleep warm breath on my neck A light in our pane roommate takes his grin to work Angel and I spoke "Tonight can we meet?" twas time for goal number one so many goals, which? "Which one, which?" I ask "the village or lower east?" "Lower, Please!" I fawn "Lower it is then." The cab slips past Bowery "Roosevelt Park, please" Cabbie drives quickly under a Manhattan moon he stops suddenly Beyond, musicians A street fair blossomed here I pay the cab driver ahhh...live music, food. a carnival atmosphere wish angel was here dancers float ribbons I buy some cotton candy today, indulgence A strange little man with a plan and hotdog stand Beckoned me to him "Do you know Tarot?" I queried him sheepishly "Yes, good sir, for you" He gave me the cards "Cut them seven times" he sighed I did what he said Belive cards, Who me? But first card is an Angel Now what could I say? Me rendered speechless mmm ah ooh er ah oh mmm I managed to say The old man nodding the next card turns - a joker! Strange, thats my nickname! Shiver down my spine "Anymore questions?" He asked. ....yes, will...we...find love? Maybe lust, not love the card, Lovers, upside down. Then came the Hanged Man... |
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12-03-2003, 12:25 AM
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monkey
Join Date: Oct 2003
Location: Grand Rapids, MI
Posts: 4,543
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this year, i'll set goals
I said to him as he gawked smiled with contempt "goals are for soccer" he said with a sheepish grin "and you've never played." i pushed him aside and went back to my drawings mumbling to myself "it will work this time." "slow and steady wins the race" I drew a tortoise art is killing me the tortoise must win the race say "no" to paint fumes Angel sauntered in Angel wasn't wearing much a cheap way to flirt In this case- cheap worked pay the price, slide "The Spiral" my pocket's empty. she saw my turtle it sucked, I tried to hide it oh good grief! Shrinkage leisurely strolling I rethink my master plan angel came with me "Is this where you sleep?" "Yeah, but I don't get much rest" "I can relate, yeah..." We didn't slumber We didn't even try to restful all the same Sheepish grin boy peeked but blankets hid the good stuff no shrinkage this time Night went by wide-eyed way too much tension to sleep warm breath on my neck A light in our pane roommate takes his grin to work Angel and I spoke "Tonight can we meet?" twas time for goal number one so many goals, which? "Which one, which?" I ask "the village or lower east?" "Lower, Please!" I fawn "Lower it is then." The cab slips past Bowery "Roosevelt Park, please" Cabbie drives quickly under a Manhattan moon he stops suddenly Beyond, musicians A street fair blossomed here I pay the cab driver ahhh...live music, food. a carnival atmosphere wish angel was here dancers float ribbons I buy some cotton candy today, indulgence A strange little man with a plan and hotdog stand Beckoned me to him "Do you know Tarot?" I queried him sheepishly "Yes, good sir, for you" He gave me the cards "Cut them seven times" he sighed I did what he said Belive cards, Who me? But first card is an Angel Now what could I say? Me rendered speechless mmm ah ooh er ah oh mmm I managed to say The old man nodding the next card turns - a joker! Strange, thats my nickname! Shiver down my spine "Anymore questions?" He asked. ....yes, will...we...find love? Maybe lust, not love the card, Lovers, upside down. Then came the Hanged Man... Sh*t gotta get out |
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01-14-2004, 10:05 PM
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Spone to Proonerisms
Join Date: Jan 2003
Location: The Left Coast
Posts: 4,531
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this year, i'll set goals
I said to him as he gawked smiled with contempt "goals are for soccer" he said with a sheepish grin "and you've never played." i pushed him aside and went back to my drawings mumbling to myself "it will work this time." "slow and steady wins the race" I drew a tortoise art is killing me the tortoise must win the race say "no" to paint fumes Angel sauntered in Angel wasn't wearing much a cheap way to flirt In this case- cheap worked pay the price, slide "The Spiral" my pocket's empty. she saw my turtle it sucked, I tried to hide it oh good grief! Shrinkage leisurely strolling I rethink my master plan angel came with me "Is this where you sleep?" "Yeah, but I don't get much rest" "I can relate, yeah..." We didn't slumber We didn't even try to restful all the same Sheepish grin boy peeked but blankets hid the good stuff no shrinkage this time Night went by wide-eyed way too much tension to sleep warm breath on my neck A light in our pane roommate takes his grin to work Angel and I spoke "Tonight can we meet?" twas time for goal number one so many goals, which? "Which one, which?" I ask "the village or lower east?" "Lower, Please!" I fawn "Lower it is then." The cab slips past Bowery "Roosevelt Park, please" Cabbie drives quickly under a Manhattan moon he stops suddenly Beyond, musicians A street fair blossomed here I pay the cab driver ahhh...live music, food. a carnival atmosphere wish angel was here dancers float ribbons I buy some cotton candy today, indulgence A strange little man with a plan and hotdog stand Beckoned me to him "Do you know Tarot?" I queried him sheepishly "Yes, good sir, for you" He gave me the cards "Cut them seven times" he sighed I did what he said Belive cards, Who me? But first card is an Angel Now what could I say? Me rendered speechless mmm ah ooh er ah oh mmm I managed to say The old man nodding the next card turns - a joker! Strange, thats my nickname! Shiver down my spine "Anymore questions?" He asked. ....yes, will...we...find love? Maybe lust, not love the card, Lovers, upside down. Then came the Hanged Man... Sh*t gotta get out blindly away in the street
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01-16-2004, 12:26 AM
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monkey
Join Date: Oct 2003
Location: Grand Rapids, MI
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this year, i'll set goals
I said to him as he gawked smiled with contempt "goals are for soccer" he said with a sheepish grin "and you've never played." i pushed him aside and went back to my drawings mumbling to myself "it will work this time." "slow and steady wins the race" I drew a tortoise art is killing me the tortoise must win the race say "no" to paint fumes Angel sauntered in Angel wasn't wearing much a cheap way to flirt In this case- cheap worked pay the price, slide "The Spiral" my pocket's empty. she saw my turtle it sucked, I tried to hide it oh good grief! Shrinkage leisurely strolling I rethink my master plan angel came with me "Is this where you sleep?" "Yeah, but I don't get much rest" "I can relate, yeah..." We didn't slumber We didn't even try to restful all the same Sheepish grin boy peeked but blankets hid the good stuff no shrinkage this time Night went by wide-eyed way too much tension to sleep warm breath on my neck A light in our pane roommate takes his grin to work Angel and I spoke "Tonight can we meet?" twas time for goal number one so many goals, which? "Which one, which?" I ask "the village or lower east?" "Lower, Please!" I fawn "Lower it is then." The cab slips past Bowery "Roosevelt Park, please" Cabbie drives quickly under a Manhattan moon he stops suddenly Beyond, musicians A street fair blossomed here I pay the cab driver ahhh...live music, food. a carnival atmosphere wish angel was here dancers float ribbons I buy some cotton candy today, indulgence A strange little man with a plan and hotdog stand Beckoned me to him "Do you know Tarot?" I queried him sheepishly "Yes, good sir, for you" He gave me the cards "Cut them seven times" he sighed I did what he said Belive cards, Who me? But first card is an Angel Now what could I say? Me rendered speechless mmm ah ooh er ah oh mmm I managed to say The old man nodding the next card turns - a joker! Strange, thats my nickname! Shiver down my spine "Anymore questions?" He asked. ....yes, will...we...find love? Maybe lust, not love the card, Lovers, upside down. Then came the Hanged Man... Sh*t gotta get out blindly away in the street I'm hit by a taxi cab |
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