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01-12-2005, 05:42 PM
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Registered User
Join Date: Jan 2005
Location: Where Kung Fu Lives
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Here, have my elbow!!
I'm sorry I did that Run Whats wrong with you? This is not a game Snap out of it |
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01-13-2005, 04:36 AM
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moving on
Join Date: Jan 2005
Location: alone in a maze
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lucid dreams
dreams in color informative dreams wet dreams scary dreams dreams made with sentences dreaming with intent to sentence dreams of innocence flying dreams dying dreams day dreams teleapathic dreams, alllll kiind of dreams.. forest, one day i'm gonna get me a boat and get off this island, forest?... "first things first said the queen!" no! the proof is just pudding, the sentence is ever changeable in combonations of 26 to infinity! ease your minds interpretation and lossen your grip, here i hold a mirror. *walk's in mirror* "interpretation is a level of a game," said alice to the deck of cards. the cards frowned. they shuffled, and alice walked with a stick that looked like this(?) the picture broke into pieces of a puzzle and then I woke up, I think. |
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01-14-2005, 02:10 PM
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thundering is my favorite
Join Date: Apr 2004
Location: motivated to be all i can be
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"harsh judgments"
i think your fat as soon as the words were out of my mouth i regretted them but how was i supposed to know he was 450lbs a lovely person at heart hidden under the layers of flesh but i didnt see until it was too late i pushed until all he could do was conform scheduling the surgery and once successful we were happy but that was shortlived he slowly slipped away my desires were satisfied and he died a thin man
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your star shaped heart has reached out to me and together our hearts beat as one bound by the rich red that runs coarsing united we stand stronger than before able to face the dark with hands entwined |
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01-17-2005, 01:14 PM
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thundering is my favorite
Join Date: Apr 2004
Location: motivated to be all i can be
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stretched across
the ample roundness curves revealed accented slightly by the too tight tshirt
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your star shaped heart has reached out to me and together our hearts beat as one bound by the rich red that runs coarsing united we stand stronger than before able to face the dark with hands entwined |
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01-20-2005, 04:33 AM
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meretricious dilettante
Join Date: Jan 2003
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After a while, it becomes the point.
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01-21-2005, 03:54 AM
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girthy pickles
Join Date: Feb 2003
Location: under your desk
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talking to you again is like
... something i can't describe i can't quite put my finger on it and i dont know how to feel day to day about it or even hour to hour (minute to minute?) aside from a few snide comments made to make me feel guilt, somehow about protecting myself and my feelings the depths of which i would never dream of sharing with you you're your old self the back & forth easily flowing conversation the witty banter teasing giving as good as you're getting i've missed it i've missed you time heals all wounds? i'll never know for sure confused a bit apprehensive not sure where this is going if anywhere everything happens for a reason i still don't fully fathom the reason for this? we spoke of everything in time shared our losses, hopes, dreams laughed, cried, counseled, teased, cajoled, encouraged little did we know i'd one day grab the chalk and put you in the losses column breaking my heart in the process taking the step you couldn't or wouldn't doesn't absolve you
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01-21-2005, 08:37 AM
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moving on
Join Date: Jan 2005
Location: alone in a maze
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giving in
first steps in ears from the notion echos dependant on your ability to know when to give sewing machines split cloth in dots of color into ink of marks inside the keys hit blind by the light of the screen with prints they see through never fully seeing through. sometimes inside a rabble rouser speaks of rakes in a silent sort thinking of knowing, answers, flashing on the eyes so i look sorts the stars by force not for sorts, for inward history knowing whats important because its defenition, be right.. what's up with be right? well be right likes flowers really? for real well, there wasn't a sound how'd you know the tree fell? i was full of water. stop dreaming! how, your wishing coin. you are too. i know, its apealing enticing sought flowers to absorb to give with no intrest in having missed defentions of my past now rippling coin stop confusing fade to black! to give? to live humble and tackle with tact when games lose the essence of fun, well, with all i know its dark in here for a reason can you see that? and the flower kept going not knowing why the ground broke not knowing is exactly why sad in that respect, knowing we share the ground and not knowing what is or could become of roots blind growing seperating giving up, in, to look and see losses, adapting and seperating.. why forever echoing, i don't know. Last edited by I lidbotLl l : 01-21-2005 at 09:38 AM. |
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