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07-16-2003, 09:18 PM
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old s'cool
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Morning light peeks in
And I quickly check the clock late for work again Got to get some gas Before I end up walking Through the morning rain Still groggy, I yawn Fumble for the coffee cup Drips spill on my tie "Eggs are like flowers" A yummy, tasty daisy ...now a yellow stream It's funny, I thought, how things can change so quickly just like traffic lights One, two, three, repeat six streams of yellow lava make a run for it Grabing toast to go And an apple for good luck twist the stem for love My car is so old it huffs and puffs at twenty i know its faking Daydreams at the lights And loud honking at my back Startled, I yell back "Go suck a lemon!" He did not look so burly in his pin-striped suit traffic is so weird it's tourist season again Margaritaville My mood is changing I feel like a tall cool one but its 9 A.M. A long day ahead thinkin' about things she said Its just nag, nag, nag Happiness is a ghost I stopped trying to find dancing on my grave It's just one more day before I know I will pay the Yakuza men With parts of myself Lopped off in brutal fashion I need money now. arriving at work someone has parked in my space it now sours my day. Often at these times i find comfort in revenge and pee on his car I walk in the door giggling to myself softly despite my wet leg People look away Gray cubicles are mocking my inbox is full I must find a way to break away from this cage or i just might melt "Good morning" said Tish smelling of cheap, bad perfume which makes me horny "You look fabulous." I'm picturing her naked "Really? Do you like?" Showing off her shoes Knowing that she's sweet torment She twirls - what a flirt ! "By the way..." she says. "Staff meeting at 3 PM." "don't be late this time" As she walks away I watch her hips move like an old lover I knew My phone is ringing But can anyone be home? (to me... work is home) "Hello, my darling" "You are in some deep trouble!" "I saw you with Tish." Crap...stupid webcam Now I'll have to jump through hoops oh the trials of love Its sweet salty sting Brings back the taste of her flesh love needs some ketchup I said that out loud and instantly turn beet red knowing I've blown it. Still, her voice softens the dew of my summer morn I bend to her will. I order flowers Should I order eggs instead? Infertile woman... Checking my inbox Grow your penis, bigger breasts both are good ideas So where to click next? "Yakuza sends good fortune" Japanese are vexed "Today you will die" Shouldn't check my horoscope "And have a nice day" |
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07-17-2003, 01:58 PM
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Join Date: Oct 2002
Location: Long Beach, CA
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Morning light peeks in
And I quickly check the clock late for work again Got to get some gas Before I end up walking Through the morning rain Still groggy, I yawn Fumble for the coffee cup Drips spill on my tie "Eggs are like flowers" A yummy, tasty daisy ...now a yellow stream It's funny, I thought, how things can change so quickly just like traffic lights One, two, three, repeat six streams of yellow lava make a run for it Grabing toast to go And an apple for good luck twist the stem for love My car is so old it huffs and puffs at twenty i know its faking Daydreams at the lights And loud honking at my back Startled, I yell back "Go suck a lemon!" He did not look so burly in his pin-striped suit traffic is so weird it's tourist season again Margaritaville My mood is changing I feel like a tall cool one but its 9 A.M. A long day ahead thinkin' about things she said Its just nag, nag, nag Happiness is a ghost I stopped trying to find dancing on my grave It's just one more day before I know I will pay the Yakuza men With parts of myself Lopped off in brutal fashion I need money now. arriving at work someone has parked in my space it now sours my day. Often at these times i find comfort in revenge and pee on his car I walk in the door giggling to myself softly despite my wet leg People look away Gray cubicles are mocking my inbox is full I must find a way to break away from this cage or i just might melt "Good morning" said Tish smelling of cheap, bad perfume which makes me horny "You look fabulous." I'm picturing her naked "Really? Do you like?" Showing off her shoes Knowing that she's sweet torment She twirls - what a flirt ! "By the way..." she says. "Staff meeting at 3 PM." "don't be late this time" As she walks away I watch her hips move like an old lover I knew My phone is ringing But can anyone be home? (to me... work is home) "Hello, my darling" "You are in some deep trouble!" "I saw you with Tish." Crap...stupid webcam Now I'll have to jump through hoops oh the trials of love Its sweet salty sting Brings back the taste of her flesh love needs some ketchup I said that out loud and instantly turn beet red knowing I've blown it. Still, her voice softens the dew of my summer morn I bend to her will. I order flowers Should I order eggs instead? Infertile woman... Checking my inbox Grow your penis, bigger breasts both are good ideas So where to click next? "Yakuza sends good fortune" Japanese are vexed "Today you will die" Shouldn't check my horoscope "And have a nice day" Need a coffee break |
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07-17-2003, 03:16 PM
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feline, naturally
Join Date: Apr 2003
Location: California
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Morning light peeks in
And I quickly check the clock late for work again Got to get some gas Before I end up walking Through the morning rain Still groggy, I yawn Fumble for the coffee cup Drips spill on my tie "Eggs are like flowers" A yummy, tasty daisy ...now a yellow stream It's funny, I thought, how things can change so quickly just like traffic lights One, two, three, repeat six streams of yellow lava make a run for it Grabing toast to go And an apple for good luck twist the stem for love My car is so old it huffs and puffs at twenty i know its faking Daydreams at the lights And loud honking at my back Startled, I yell back "Go suck a lemon!" He did not look so burly in his pin-striped suit traffic is so weird it's tourist season again Margaritaville My mood is changing I feel like a tall cool one but its 9 A.M. A long day ahead thinkin' about things she said Its just nag, nag, nag Happiness is a ghost I stopped trying to find dancing on my grave It's just one more day before I know I will pay the Yakuza men With parts of myself Lopped off in brutal fashion I need money now. arriving at work someone has parked in my space it now sours my day. Often at these times i find comfort in revenge and pee on his car I walk in the door giggling to myself softly despite my wet leg People look away Gray cubicles are mocking my inbox is full I must find a way to break away from this cage or i just might melt "Good morning" said Tish smelling of cheap, bad perfume which makes me horny "You look fabulous." I'm picturing her naked "Really? Do you like?" Showing off her shoes Knowing that she's sweet torment She twirls - what a flirt ! "By the way..." she says. "Staff meeting at 3 PM." "don't be late this time" As she walks away I watch her hips move like an old lover I knew My phone is ringing But can anyone be home? (to me... work is home) "Hello, my darling" "You are in some deep trouble!" "I saw you with Tish." Crap...stupid webcam Now I'll have to jump through hoops oh the trials of love Its sweet salty sting Brings back the taste of her flesh love needs some ketchup I said that out loud and instantly turn beet red knowing I've blown it. Still, her voice softens the dew of my summer morn I bend to her will. I order flowers Should I order eggs instead? Infertile woman... Checking my inbox Grow your penis, bigger breasts both are good ideas So where to click next? "Yakuza sends good fortune" Japanese are vexed "Today you will die" Shouldn't check my horoscope "And have a nice day" Need a coffee break Been here an hour by now
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Non-violence leads to the highest ethics, which is the goal of all evolution. Until we have not stopped to include violence as an option in our conflict management, we are still savages. --Thomas A. Edison |
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07-17-2003, 09:36 PM
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old s'cool
Join Date: Oct 2002
Posts: 2,426
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Morning light peeks in
And I quickly check the clock late for work again Got to get some gas Before I end up walking Through the morning rain Still groggy, I yawn Fumble for the coffee cup Drips spill on my tie "Eggs are like flowers" A yummy, tasty daisy ...now a yellow stream It's funny, I thought, how things can change so quickly just like traffic lights One, two, three, repeat six streams of yellow lava make a run for it Grabing toast to go And an apple for good luck twist the stem for love My car is so old it huffs and puffs at twenty i know its faking Daydreams at the lights And loud honking at my back Startled, I yell back "Go suck a lemon!" He did not look so burly in his pin-striped suit traffic is so weird it's tourist season again Margaritaville My mood is changing I feel like a tall cool one but its 9 A.M. A long day ahead thinkin' about things she said Its just nag, nag, nag Happiness is a ghost I stopped trying to find dancing on my grave It's just one more day before I know I will pay the Yakuza men With parts of myself Lopped off in brutal fashion I need money now. arriving at work someone has parked in my space it now sours my day. Often at these times i find comfort in revenge and pee on his car I walk in the door giggling to myself softly despite my wet leg People look away Gray cubicles are mocking my inbox is full I must find a way to break away from this cage or i just might melt "Good morning" said Tish smelling of cheap, bad perfume which makes me horny "You look fabulous." I'm picturing her naked "Really? Do you like?" Showing off her shoes Knowing that she's sweet torment She twirls - what a flirt ! "By the way..." she says. "Staff meeting at 3 PM." "don't be late this time" As she walks away I watch her hips move like an old lover I knew My phone is ringing But can anyone be home? (to me... work is home) "Hello, my darling" "You are in some deep trouble!" "I saw you with Tish." Crap...stupid webcam Now I'll have to jump through hoops oh the trials of love Its sweet salty sting Brings back the taste of her flesh love needs some ketchup I said that out loud and instantly turn beet red knowing I've blown it. Still, her voice softens the dew of my summer morn I bend to her will. I order flowers Should I order eggs instead? Infertile woman... Checking my inbox Grow your penis, bigger breasts both are good ideas So where to click next? "Yakuza sends good fortune" Japanese are vexed "Today you will die" Shouldn't check my horoscope "And have a nice day" Need a coffee break Been here an hour by now sweet caffine haven |
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07-22-2003, 09:58 PM
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old s'cool
Join Date: Oct 2002
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Morning light peeks in
And I quickly check the clock late for work again Got to get some gas Before I end up walking Through the morning rain Still groggy, I yawn Fumble for the coffee cup Drips spill on my tie "Eggs are like flowers" A yummy, tasty daisy ...now a yellow stream It's funny, I thought, how things can change so quickly just like traffic lights One, two, three, repeat six streams of yellow lava make a run for it Grabing toast to go And an apple for good luck twist the stem for love My car is so old it huffs and puffs at twenty i know its faking Daydreams at the lights And loud honking at my back Startled, I yell back "Go suck a lemon!" He did not look so burly in his pin-striped suit traffic is so weird it's tourist season again Margaritaville My mood is changing I feel like a tall cool one but its 9 A.M. A long day ahead thinkin' about things she said Its just nag, nag, nag Happiness is a ghost I stopped trying to find dancing on my grave It's just one more day before I know I will pay the Yakuza men With parts of myself Lopped off in brutal fashion I need money now. arriving at work someone has parked in my space it now sours my day. Often at these times i find comfort in revenge and pee on his car I walk in the door giggling to myself softly despite my wet leg People look away Gray cubicles are mocking my inbox is full I must find a way to break away from this cage or i just might melt "Good morning" said Tish smelling of cheap, bad perfume which makes me horny "You look fabulous." I'm picturing her naked "Really? Do you like?" Showing off her shoes Knowing that she's sweet torment She twirls - what a flirt ! "By the way..." she says. "Staff meeting at 3 PM." "don't be late this time" As she walks away I watch her hips move like an old lover I knew My phone is ringing But can anyone be home? (to me... work is home) "Hello, my darling" "You are in some deep trouble!" "I saw you with Tish." Crap...stupid webcam Now I'll have to jump through hoops oh the trials of love Its sweet salty sting Brings back the taste of her flesh love needs some ketchup I said that out loud and instantly turn beet red knowing I've blown it. Still, her voice softens the dew of my summer morn I bend to her will. I order flowers Should I order eggs instead? Infertile woman... Checking my inbox Grow your penis, bigger breasts both are good ideas So where to click next? "Yakuza sends good fortune" Japanese are vexed "Today you will die" Shouldn't check my horoscope "And have a nice day" Need a coffee break Been here an hour by now sweet caffine haven Sniff...mmm...eau d'hump |
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07-23-2003, 12:23 AM
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Join Date: Sep 2002
Location: brooklyn NY
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Morning light peeks in
And I quickly check the clock late for work again Got to get some gas Before I end up walking Through the morning rain Still groggy, I yawn Fumble for the coffee cup Drips spill on my tie "Eggs are like flowers" A yummy, tasty daisy ...now a yellow stream It's funny, I thought, how things can change so quickly just like traffic lights One, two, three, repeat six streams of yellow lava make a run for it Grabing toast to go And an apple for good luck twist the stem for love My car is so old it huffs and puffs at twenty i know its faking Daydreams at the lights And loud honking at my back Startled, I yell back "Go suck a lemon!" He did not look so burly in his pin-striped suit traffic is so weird it's tourist season again Margaritaville My mood is changing I feel like a tall cool one but its 9 A.M. A long day ahead thinkin' about things she said Its just nag, nag, nag Happiness is a ghost I stopped trying to find dancing on my grave It's just one more day before I know I will pay the Yakuza men With parts of myself Lopped off in brutal fashion I need money now. arriving at work someone has parked in my space it now sours my day. Often at these times i find comfort in revenge and pee on his car I walk in the door giggling to myself softly despite my wet leg People look away Gray cubicles are mocking my inbox is full I must find a way to break away from this cage or i just might melt "Good morning" said Tish smelling of cheap, bad perfume which makes me horny "You look fabulous." I'm picturing her naked "Really? Do you like?" Showing off her shoes Knowing that she's sweet torment She twirls - what a flirt ! "By the way..." she says. "Staff meeting at 3 PM." "don't be late this time" As she walks away I watch her hips move like an old lover I knew My phone is ringing But can anyone be home? (to me... work is home) "Hello, my darling" "You are in some deep trouble!" "I saw you with Tish." Crap...stupid webcam Now I'll have to jump through hoops oh the trials of love Its sweet salty sting Brings back the taste of her flesh love needs some ketchup I said that out loud and instantly turn beet red knowing I've blown it. Still, her voice softens the dew of my summer morn I bend to her will. I order flowers Should I order eggs instead? Infertile woman... Checking my inbox Grow your penis, bigger breasts both are good ideas So where to click next? "Yakuza sends good fortune" Japanese are vexed "Today you will die" Shouldn't check my horoscope "And have a nice day" Need a coffee break Been here an hour by now sweet caffine haven Sniff...mmm...eau d'hump "Heeyas ya mail Mistah Jennings" |
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07-23-2003, 04:14 PM
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feline, naturally
Join Date: Apr 2003
Location: California
Posts: 4,407
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Morning light peeks in
And I quickly check the clock late for work again Got to get some gas Before I end up walking Through the morning rain Still groggy, I yawn Fumble for the coffee cup Drips spill on my tie "Eggs are like flowers" A yummy, tasty daisy ...now a yellow stream It's funny, I thought, how things can change so quickly just like traffic lights One, two, three, repeat six streams of yellow lava make a run for it Grabing toast to go And an apple for good luck twist the stem for love My car is so old it huffs and puffs at twenty i know its faking Daydreams at the lights And loud honking at my back Startled, I yell back "Go suck a lemon!" He did not look so burly in his pin-striped suit traffic is so weird it's tourist season again Margaritaville My mood is changing I feel like a tall cool one but its 9 A.M. A long day ahead thinkin' about things she said Its just nag, nag, nag Happiness is a ghost I stopped trying to find dancing on my grave It's just one more day before I know I will pay the Yakuza men With parts of myself Lopped off in brutal fashion I need money now. arriving at work someone has parked in my space it now sours my day. Often at these times i find comfort in revenge and pee on his car I walk in the door giggling to myself softly despite my wet leg People look away Gray cubicles are mocking my inbox is full I must find a way to break away from this cage or i just might melt "Good morning" said Tish smelling of cheap, bad perfume which makes me horny "You look fabulous." I'm picturing her naked "Really? Do you like?" Showing off her shoes Knowing that she's sweet torment She twirls - what a flirt ! "By the way..." she says. "Staff meeting at 3 PM." "don't be late this time" As she walks away I watch her hips move like an old lover I knew My phone is ringing But can anyone be home? (to me... work is home) "Hello, my darling" "You are in some deep trouble!" "I saw you with Tish." Crap...stupid webcam Now I'll have to jump through hoops oh the trials of love Its sweet salty sting Brings back the taste of her flesh love needs some ketchup I said that out loud and instantly turn beet red knowing I've blown it. Still, her voice softens the dew of my summer morn I bend to her will. I order flowers Should I order eggs instead? Infertile woman... Checking my inbox Grow your penis, bigger breasts both are good ideas So where to click next? "Yakuza sends good fortune" Japanese are vexed "Today you will die" Shouldn't check my horoscope "And have a nice day" Need a coffee break Been here an hour by now sweet caffine haven Sniff...mmm...eau d'hump "Heeyas ya mail Mistah Jennings" Junk, all of it junk
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Non-violence leads to the highest ethics, which is the goal of all evolution. Until we have not stopped to include violence as an option in our conflict management, we are still savages. --Thomas A. Edison |
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07-24-2003, 01:03 AM
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old s'cool
Join Date: Oct 2002
Posts: 2,426
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Morning light peeks in
And I quickly check the clock late for work again Got to get some gas Before I end up walking Through the morning rain Still groggy, I yawn Fumble for the coffee cup Drips spill on my tie "Eggs are like flowers" A yummy, tasty daisy ...now a yellow stream It's funny, I thought, how things can change so quickly just like traffic lights One, two, three, repeat six streams of yellow lava make a run for it Grabing toast to go And an apple for good luck twist the stem for love My car is so old it huffs and puffs at twenty i know its faking Daydreams at the lights And loud honking at my back Startled, I yell back "Go suck a lemon!" He did not look so burly in his pin-striped suit traffic is so weird it's tourist season again Margaritaville My mood is changing I feel like a tall cool one but its 9 A.M. A long day ahead thinkin' about things she said Its just nag, nag, nag Happiness is a ghost I stopped trying to find dancing on my grave It's just one more day before I know I will pay the Yakuza men With parts of myself Lopped off in brutal fashion I need money now. arriving at work someone has parked in my space it now sours my day. Often at these times i find comfort in revenge and pee on his car I walk in the door giggling to myself softly despite my wet leg People look away Gray cubicles are mocking my inbox is full I must find a way to break away from this cage or i just might melt "Good morning" said Tish smelling of cheap, bad perfume which makes me horny "You look fabulous." I'm picturing her naked "Really? Do you like?" Showing off her shoes Knowing that she's sweet torment She twirls - what a flirt ! "By the way..." she says. "Staff meeting at 3 PM." "don't be late this time" As she walks away I watch her hips move like an old lover I knew My phone is ringing But can anyone be home? (to me... work is home) "Hello, my darling" "You are in some deep trouble!" "I saw you with Tish." Crap...stupid webcam Now I'll have to jump through hoops oh the trials of love Its sweet salty sting Brings back the taste of her flesh love needs some ketchup I said that out loud and instantly turn beet red knowing I've blown it. Still, her voice softens the dew of my summer morn I bend to her will. I order flowers Should I order eggs instead? Infertile woman... Checking my inbox Grow your penis, bigger breasts both are good ideas So where to click next? "Yakuza sends good fortune" Japanese are vexed "Today you will die" Shouldn't check my horoscope "And have a nice day" Need a coffee break Been here an hour by now sweet caffine haven Sniff...mmm...eau d'hump "Heeyas ya mail Mistah Jennings" Junk, all of it junk What's this? A card for |
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08-04-2003, 12:19 AM
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Join Date: Sep 2002
Location: brooklyn NY
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Morning light peeks in
And I quickly check the clock late for work again Got to get some gas Before I end up walking Through the morning rain Still groggy, I yawn Fumble for the coffee cup Drips spill on my tie "Eggs are like flowers" A yummy, tasty daisy ...now a yellow stream It's funny, I thought, how things can change so quickly just like traffic lights One, two, three, repeat six streams of yellow lava make a run for it Grabing toast to go And an apple for good luck twist the stem for love My car is so old it huffs and puffs at twenty i know its faking Daydreams at the lights And loud honking at my back Startled, I yell back "Go suck a lemon!" He did not look so burly in his pin-striped suit traffic is so weird it's tourist season again Margaritaville My mood is changing I feel like a tall cool one but its 9 A.M. A long day ahead thinkin' about things she said Its just nag, nag, nag Happiness is a ghost I stopped trying to find dancing on my grave It's just one more day before I know I will pay the Yakuza men With parts of myself Lopped off in brutal fashion I need money now. arriving at work someone has parked in my space it now sours my day. Often at these times i find comfort in revenge and pee on his car I walk in the door giggling to myself softly despite my wet leg People look away Gray cubicles are mocking my inbox is full I must find a way to break away from this cage or i just might melt "Good morning" said Tish smelling of cheap, bad perfume which makes me horny "You look fabulous." I'm picturing her naked "Really? Do you like?" Showing off her shoes Knowing that she's sweet torment She twirls - what a flirt ! "By the way..." she says. "Staff meeting at 3 PM." "don't be late this time" As she walks away I watch her hips move like an old lover I knew My phone is ringing But can anyone be home? (to me... work is home) "Hello, my darling" "You are in some deep trouble!" "I saw you with Tish." Crap...stupid webcam Now I'll have to jump through hoops oh the trials of love Its sweet salty sting Brings back the taste of her flesh love needs some ketchup I said that out loud and instantly turn beet red knowing I've blown it. Still, her voice softens the dew of my summer morn I bend to her will. I order flowers Should I order eggs instead? Infertile woman... Checking my inbox Grow your penis, bigger breasts both are good ideas So where to click next? "Yakuza sends good fortune" Japanese are vexed "Today you will die" Shouldn't check my horoscope "And have a nice day" Need a coffee break Been here an hour by now sweet caffine haven Sniff...mmm...eau d'hump "Heeyas ya mail Mistah Jennings" Junk, all of it junk What's this? A card for a warning. Yakuza says: |
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08-04-2003, 10:04 PM
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old s'cool
Join Date: Oct 2002
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Morning light peeks in
And I quickly check the clock late for work again Got to get some gas Before I end up walking Through the morning rain Still groggy, I yawn Fumble for the coffee cup Drips spill on my tie "Eggs are like flowers" A yummy, tasty daisy ...now a yellow stream It's funny, I thought, how things can change so quickly just like traffic lights One, two, three, repeat six streams of yellow lava make a run for it Grabing toast to go And an apple for good luck twist the stem for love My car is so old it huffs and puffs at twenty i know its faking Daydreams at the lights And loud honking at my back Startled, I yell back "Go suck a lemon!" He did not look so burly in his pin-striped suit traffic is so weird it's tourist season again Margaritaville My mood is changing I feel like a tall cool one but its 9 A.M. A long day ahead thinkin' about things she said Its just nag, nag, nag Happiness is a ghost I stopped trying to find dancing on my grave It's just one more day before I know I will pay the Yakuza men With parts of myself Lopped off in brutal fashion I need money now. arriving at work someone has parked in my space it now sours my day. Often at these times i find comfort in revenge and pee on his car I walk in the door giggling to myself softly despite my wet leg People look away Gray cubicles are mocking my inbox is full I must find a way to break away from this cage or i just might melt "Good morning" said Tish smelling of cheap, bad perfume which makes me horny "You look fabulous." I'm picturing her naked "Really? Do you like?" Showing off her shoes Knowing that she's sweet torment She twirls - what a flirt ! "By the way..." she says. "Staff meeting at 3 PM." "don't be late this time" As she walks away I watch her hips move like an old lover I knew My phone is ringing But can anyone be home? (to me... work is home) "Hello, my darling" "You are in some deep trouble!" "I saw you with Tish." Crap...stupid webcam Now I'll have to jump through hoops oh the trials of love Its sweet salty sting Brings back the taste of her flesh love needs some ketchup I said that out loud and instantly turn beet red knowing I've blown it. Still, her voice softens the dew of my summer morn I bend to her will. I order flowers Should I order eggs instead? Infertile woman... Checking my inbox Grow your penis, bigger breasts both are good ideas So where to click next? "Yakuza sends good fortune" Japanese are vexed "Today you will die" Shouldn't check my horoscope "And have a nice day" Need a coffee break Been here an hour by now sweet caffine haven Sniff...mmm...eau d'hump "Heeyas ya mail Mistah Jennings" Junk, all of it junk What's this? A card for a warning. Yakuza says: "Lilies for Darling" |
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Join Date: Sep 2002
Location: brooklyn NY
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Morning light peeks in
And I quickly check the clock late for work again Got to get some gas Before I end up walking Through the morning rain Still groggy, I yawn Fumble for the coffee cup Drips spill on my tie "Eggs are like flowers" A yummy, tasty daisy ...now a yellow stream It's funny, I thought, how things can change so quickly just like traffic lights One, two, three, repeat six streams of yellow lava make a run for it Grabing toast to go And an apple for good luck twist the stem for love My car is so old it huffs and puffs at twenty i know its faking Daydreams at the lights And loud honking at my back Startled, I yell back "Go suck a lemon!" He did not look so burly in his pin-striped suit traffic is so weird it's tourist season again Margaritaville My mood is changing I feel like a tall cool one but its 9 A.M. A long day ahead thinkin' about things she said Its just nag, nag, nag Happiness is a ghost I stopped trying to find dancing on my grave It's just one more day before I know I will pay the Yakuza men With parts of myself Lopped off in brutal fashion I need money now. arriving at work someone has parked in my space it now sours my day. Often at these times i find comfort in revenge and pee on his car I walk in the door giggling to myself softly despite my wet leg People look away Gray cubicles are mocking my inbox is full I must find a way to break away from this cage or i just might melt "Good morning" said Tish smelling of cheap, bad perfume which makes me horny "You look fabulous." I'm picturing her naked "Really? Do you like?" Showing off her shoes Knowing that she's sweet torment She twirls - what a flirt ! "By the way..." she says. "Staff meeting at 3 PM." "don't be late this time" As she walks away I watch her hips move like an old lover I knew My phone is ringing But can anyone be home? (to me... work is home) "Hello, my darling" "You are in some deep trouble!" "I saw you with Tish." Crap...stupid webcam Now I'll have to jump through hoops oh the trials of love Its sweet salty sting Brings back the taste of her flesh love needs some ketchup I said that out loud and instantly turn beet red knowing I've blown it. Still, her voice softens the dew of my summer morn I bend to her will. I order flowers Should I order eggs instead? Infertile woman... Checking my inbox Grow your penis, bigger breasts both are good ideas So where to click next? "Yakuza sends good fortune" Japanese are vexed "Today you will die" Shouldn't check my horoscope "And have a nice day" Need a coffee break Been here an hour by now sweet caffine haven Sniff...mmm...eau d'hump "Heeyas ya mail Mistah Jennings" Junk, all of it junk What's this? A card for a warning. Yakuza says: "Lilies for Darling" anagram perhaps? |
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08-12-2003, 03:50 PM
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feline, naturally
Join Date: Apr 2003
Location: California
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Morning light peeks in
And I quickly check the clock late for work again Got to get some gas Before I end up walking Through the morning rain Still groggy, I yawn Fumble for the coffee cup Drips spill on my tie "Eggs are like flowers" A yummy, tasty daisy ...now a yellow stream It's funny, I thought, how things can change so quickly just like traffic lights One, two, three, repeat six streams of yellow lava make a run for it Grabing toast to go And an apple for good luck twist the stem for love My car is so old it huffs and puffs at twenty i know its faking Daydreams at the lights And loud honking at my back Startled, I yell back "Go suck a lemon!" He did not look so burly in his pin-striped suit traffic is so weird it's tourist season again Margaritaville My mood is changing I feel like a tall cool one but its 9 A.M. A long day ahead thinkin' about things she said Its just nag, nag, nag Happiness is a ghost I stopped trying to find dancing on my grave It's just one more day before I know I will pay the Yakuza men With parts of myself Lopped off in brutal fashion I need money now. arriving at work someone has parked in my space it now sours my day. Often at these times i find comfort in revenge and pee on his car I walk in the door giggling to myself softly despite my wet leg People look away Gray cubicles are mocking my inbox is full I must find a way to break away from this cage or i just might melt "Good morning" said Tish smelling of cheap, bad perfume which makes me horny "You look fabulous." I'm picturing her naked "Really? Do you like?" Showing off her shoes Knowing that she's sweet torment She twirls - what a flirt ! "By the way..." she says. "Staff meeting at 3 PM." "don't be late this time" As she walks away I watch her hips move like an old lover I knew My phone is ringing But can anyone be home? (to me... work is home) "Hello, my darling" "You are in some deep trouble!" "I saw you with Tish." Crap...stupid webcam Now I'll have to jump through hoops oh the trials of love Its sweet salty sting Brings back the taste of her flesh love needs some ketchup I said that out loud and instantly turn beet red knowing I've blown it. Still, her voice softens the dew of my summer morn I bend to her will. I order flowers Should I order eggs instead? Infertile woman... Checking my inbox Grow your penis, bigger breasts both are good ideas So where to click next? "Yakuza sends good fortune" Japanese are vexed "Today you will die" Shouldn't check my horoscope "And have a nice day" Need a coffee break Been here an hour by now sweet caffine haven Sniff...mmm...eau d'hump "Heeyas ya mail Mistah Jennings" Junk, all of it junk What's this? A card for a warning. Yakuza says: "Lilies for Darling" anagram perhaps? i jot words down for an hour
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08-12-2003, 04:55 PM
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Join Date: Nov 2002
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Morning light peeks in
And I quickly check the clock late for work again Got to get some gas Before I end up walking Through the morning rain Still groggy, I yawn Fumble for the coffee cup Drips spill on my tie "Eggs are like flowers" A yummy, tasty daisy ...now a yellow stream It's funny, I thought, how things can change so quickly just like traffic lights One, two, three, repeat six streams of yellow lava make a run for it Grabing toast to go And an apple for good luck twist the stem for love My car is so old it huffs and puffs at twenty i know its faking Daydreams at the lights And loud honking at my back Startled, I yell back "Go suck a lemon!" He did not look so burly in his pin-striped suit traffic is so weird it's tourist season again Margaritaville My mood is changing I feel like a tall cool one but its 9 A.M. A long day ahead thinkin' about things she said Its just nag, nag, nag Happiness is a ghost I stopped trying to find dancing on my grave It's just one more day before I know I will pay the Yakuza men With parts of myself Lopped off in brutal fashion I need money now. arriving at work someone has parked in my space it now sours my day. Often at these times i find comfort in revenge and pee on his car I walk in the door giggling to myself softly despite my wet leg People look away Gray cubicles are mocking my inbox is full I must find a way to break away from this cage or i just might melt "Good morning" said Tish smelling of cheap, bad perfume which makes me horny "You look fabulous." I'm picturing her naked "Really? Do you like?" Showing off her shoes Knowing that she's sweet torment She twirls - what a flirt ! "By the way..." she says. "Staff meeting at 3 PM." "don't be late this time" As she walks away I watch her hips move like an old lover I knew My phone is ringing But can anyone be home? (to me... work is home) "Hello, my darling" "You are in some deep trouble!" "I saw you with Tish." Crap...stupid webcam Now I'll have to jump through hoops oh the trials of love Its sweet salty sting Brings back the taste of her flesh love needs some ketchup I said that out loud and instantly turn beet red knowing I've blown it. Still, her voice softens the dew of my summer morn I bend to her will. I order flowers Should I order eggs instead? Infertile woman... Checking my inbox Grow your penis, bigger breasts both are good ideas So where to click next? "Yakuza sends good fortune" Japanese are vexed "Today you will die" Shouldn't check my horoscope "And have a nice day" Need a coffee break Been here an hour by now sweet caffine haven Sniff...mmm...eau d'hump "Heeyas ya mail Mistah Jennings" Junk, all of it junk What's this? A card for a warning. Yakuza says: "Lilies for Darling" anagram perhaps? i jot words down for an hour "girl dies in floral!"
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08-12-2003, 05:30 PM
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feline, naturally
Join Date: Apr 2003
Location: California
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Morning light peeks in
And I quickly check the clock late for work again Got to get some gas Before I end up walking Through the morning rain Still groggy, I yawn Fumble for the coffee cup Drips spill on my tie "Eggs are like flowers" A yummy, tasty daisy ...now a yellow stream It's funny, I thought, how things can change so quickly just like traffic lights One, two, three, repeat six streams of yellow lava make a run for it Grabing toast to go And an apple for good luck twist the stem for love My car is so old it huffs and puffs at twenty i know its faking Daydreams at the lights And loud honking at my back Startled, I yell back "Go suck a lemon!" He did not look so burly in his pin-striped suit traffic is so weird it's tourist season again Margaritaville My mood is changing I feel like a tall cool one but its 9 A.M. A long day ahead thinkin' about things she said Its just nag, nag, nag Happiness is a ghost I stopped trying to find dancing on my grave It's just one more day before I know I will pay the Yakuza men With parts of myself Lopped off in brutal fashion I need money now. arriving at work someone has parked in my space it now sours my day. Often at these times i find comfort in revenge and pee on his car I walk in the door giggling to myself softly despite my wet leg People look away Gray cubicles are mocking my inbox is full I must find a way to break away from this cage or i just might melt "Good morning" said Tish smelling of cheap, bad perfume which makes me horny "You look fabulous." I'm picturing her naked "Really? Do you like?" Showing off her shoes Knowing that she's sweet torment She twirls - what a flirt ! "By the way..." she says. "Staff meeting at 3 PM." "don't be late this time" As she walks away I watch her hips move like an old lover I knew My phone is ringing But can anyone be home? (to me... work is home) "Hello, my darling" "You are in some deep trouble!" "I saw you with Tish." Crap...stupid webcam Now I'll have to jump through hoops oh the trials of love Its sweet salty sting Brings back the taste of her flesh love needs some ketchup I said that out loud and instantly turn beet red knowing I've blown it. Still, her voice softens the dew of my summer morn I bend to her will. I order flowers Should I order eggs instead? Infertile woman... Checking my inbox Grow your penis, bigger breasts both are good ideas So where to click next? "Yakuza sends good fortune" Japanese are vexed "Today you will die" Shouldn't check my horoscope "And have a nice day" Need a coffee break Been here an hour by now sweet caffine haven Sniff...mmm...eau d'hump "Heeyas ya mail Mistah Jennings" Junk, all of it junk What's this? A card for a warning. Yakuza says: "Lilies for Darling" anagram perhaps? i jot words down for an hour "girl dies in floral!" what a shame, i smirk
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10-31-2003, 05:07 AM
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Spone to Proonerisms
Join Date: Jan 2003
Location: The Left Coast
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Morning light peeks in
And I quickly check the clock late for work again Got to get some gas Before I end up walking Through the morning rain Still groggy, I yawn Fumble for the coffee cup Drips spill on my tie "Eggs are like flowers" A yummy, tasty daisy ...now a yellow stream It's funny, I thought, how things can change so quickly just like traffic lights One, two, three, repeat six streams of yellow lava make a run for it Grabing toast to go And an apple for good luck twist the stem for love My car is so old it huffs and puffs at twenty i know its faking Daydreams at the lights And loud honking at my back Startled, I yell back "Go suck a lemon!" He did not look so burly in his pin-striped suit traffic is so weird it's tourist season again Margaritaville My mood is changing I feel like a tall cool one but its 9 A.M. A long day ahead thinkin' about things she said Its just nag, nag, nag Happiness is a ghost I stopped trying to find dancing on my grave It's just one more day before I know I will pay the Yakuza men With parts of myself Lopped off in brutal fashion I need money now. arriving at work someone has parked in my space it now sours my day. Often at these times i find comfort in revenge and pee on his car I walk in the door giggling to myself softly despite my wet leg People look away Gray cubicles are mocking my inbox is full I must find a way to break away from this cage or i just might melt "Good morning" said Tish smelling of cheap, bad perfume which makes me horny "You look fabulous." I'm picturing her naked "Really? Do you like?" Showing off her shoes Knowing that she's sweet torment She twirls - what a flirt ! "By the way..." she says. "Staff meeting at 3 PM." "don't be late this time" As she walks away I watch her hips move like an old lover I knew My phone is ringing But can anyone be home? (to me... work is home) "Hello, my darling" "You are in some deep trouble!" "I saw you with Tish." Crap...stupid webcam Now I'll have to jump through hoops oh the trials of love Its sweet salty sting Brings back the taste of her flesh love needs some ketchup I said that out loud and instantly turn beet red knowing I've blown it. Still, her voice softens the dew of my summer morn I bend to her will. I order flowers Should I order eggs instead? Infertile woman... Checking my inbox Grow your penis, bigger breasts both are good ideas So where to click next? "Yakuza sends good fortune" Japanese are vexed "Today you will die" Shouldn't check my horoscope "And have a nice day" Need a coffee break Been here an hour by now sweet caffine haven Sniff...mmm...eau d'hump "Heeyas ya mail Mistah Jennings" Junk, all of it junk What's this? A card for a warning. Yakuza says: "Lilies for Darling" anagram perhaps? i jot words down for an hour "girl dies in floral!" what a shame, i smirk just another dumb headline |
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