~moogleBdead
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international affairs.to the edge of imports: word of your sentiment follows come abroad! come aboard! pest under that Cuban defense and sanction my proper nations as if firm of waters bond.international affairs.
These states between our civil disregard none your re verb: but i do not broadcast.
Along lines of exports: my line offers no body document aside from no proper body: citizen scream! quake for crisis: civil war! To atlantis your pulpit less said nation rebound.
These states between our civil disregard none your re verb: but i do not broadcast yet. af
in Song on 11/17/07
along tangent lives.perhaps it's waking breath that's been tested stakes testing breaks; oiled lines holding temperaments.along tangent lives.
I think it's time: no recluse you've stolen eyes
for past repeated lives
but lines define you've no proper loose. tounge to the felines particle disfunctions align that promiscuous wing- govern no lose.
used to be alright- used to proper aligns: but where am I headed who's lines do I tangent? feints for whatever fifty sent my progress.
but where am I headed who's lines do I partisan particular this static: no rec
in Song on 10/31/07
the elizabethan acts.walking with mirrors you've been carried peculiar as if only surface movement t'was all i understood. effortless stems- each tetherthe elizabethan acts.
begins to wilt
vultures suckle at your security.
but let's remember- i've been used to knives quite like stars collecting distance but you refuse the car and i am to declare king.
my companions are great morals in a cult of social greyness all baggage gets left behind.
and you've been losing velvetine. accusing doves of adultery's the same as plucking them dry.
but let's
in Song on 9/8/07
a night has been burned.seize and strike a portrait because these breaths are all we got plastered to these flourescent nights i'll hang my head to passing lights blessed as tracers; i see your pose only to litter those ashes; so vacant. translucent you flutter, and weave dreams into being.a night has been burned.
because this is all that we've got.
brush strokes atop of the world who is for your bedside tonight? these fingertips still require your caress; but this support doesn't brush me back. a phone call handles no insatiable needs; the click of the dail leaves me unimpressed.
in Song on 7/16/07
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we could, you can. breathedrink till your drunk and you can no longer stand. chug the bitter fluid till your friends say your a man.we could, you can. breathe
smoke the paper down till its nothing more then ash. exhale it as brain cells and breathe it in the trash.
turn the glass pipe till the poison starts to boil. revel in the feeling of being so under control.
put the tablet in your throat and swallow till its down. wait until you feel so high you cant get off the ground.
eat the mushroom from the dirt and marvel at the sight. as your brain is shutting off you are bound to see the lights.
breathe
by ~schoolyardpanic
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Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
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Are you okay? you've been shot in the head. And I'm holding your brains. the old woman said!
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"The pillsboury doughboy's anemic!"
"...Well doesn't that just take the biscuit."
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Are you okay? you've been shot in the head. And I'm holding your brains. the old woman said!
i don't care to think of myself as a
positive output for people anymore.
mydear;
that's a very common experience,
atleast with myself,
to look upon less than enjoyable memories.
omg yes!
halloween will be sososofun.
I think i'm going to be a lost boy[from peter pan]
or something like that for halloween.
but i'm sort of depressed about it at the same time
with most highschool kids
halloween is a event where it's an excuse to dress scantilie:[
but mylord;
that sounds like an excellent idea.
mmm; to cause chaos for once.
instead of preserving myself.
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Put out the torches! Hide the moon! Hide the stars!
raptorranchthemovie.com <--- {It's going to be the Rocky Horror of horror films XD}
:]
Well... I suppose I should've chosen a different word.
Something similar, of course, but... the real definition of 'reminisce' is looking back on a pleasurable and/or enjoyable experience.
Perhaps "remembering" is better?
I've been thinking a lot [is it possible to think too much?].
Not all the memories I think back on are... in the sense... 'enjoyable'.
But I still look back on them, analyze them and such.
Because I'm strange like that.
I'm ...ECSTATIC for Halloween.
What about you?
What are you going to be for Halloween?
Go cause some havoc, raise hell, tee-pee and egg houses?
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I am not your friend.
I am just a man who knows how to feel.
I am not your friend, I'm not your lover, I'm not your family.
i wouldn't think of myself
as the sort to make someone smile.
i would consider those quite special.
quite special indeed.
leads me to dwell on thoughts that i haven't visited
some of my oldest friends in a long time.
mmm; i think i like that word.
indeed, quite a bit.
only problem is that causes for me
to make my last statement false,
if i were to replace my favorite word
with "reminisce".
You make me smile.
Not very many people can do that.
I would say that something special in my life right now would be...
Going to Shorecrest's homecoming with a dear old friend.
And seeing an old best friend for the first time in months today after school.
I suppose those are considered special.
lol, my favorite word?
Oh, I don't know.
I have a new "favorite" word every other week.
Couple weeks ago, it was "Realization".
Then it was "Contradiction".
But now?
I'd... have to say "Reminisce".
:]
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I am not your friend.
I am just a man who knows how to feel.
I am not your friend, I'm not your lover, I'm not your family.
there's always something special going on in someone's life.
it's good to hear that you're doing fine though
hmmm;
a favorite word..
that's terribly unfair mydear;
being a lyricist and all.
hmmm.
perhaps it would be
shatter.
create.
acceptance.
how about yourself?
what might your favorite word be?
lol, nothing too special.
I'm okay.
Just fine
Hmm... random question.
What's your favorite word?
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I am not your friend.
I am just a man who knows how to feel.
I am not your friend, I'm not your lover, I'm not your family.
not too much here;
how about yourself?
how's everything going in your life?
What's going on?
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I am not your friend.
I am just a man who knows how to feel.
I am not your friend, I'm not your lover, I'm not your family.
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:3
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