under the assembly linesmelling like a prohibition bathtub, you chug lipton's soup, hoping to sober up enough for the twenty minute commute to the factory that's slowly grinding away what's left of your soul. Praying to an unheeding god that the bossunder the assembly line
doesn't notice you swaying like a suspension bridge over troubled waters. there, you drop another fifrty cents into the machine, telling yourself if the cup reads royal flush, you're quitting,
but knowing you
won't. not now, at forty-five &
huh...If man was truly made in God's image, why does my penis look so strange? That laughable, fluctuating member, so spongy and demanding. Does God ever have these days, when his penis does all the thinking?huh...
presentI ponder the meaning of life as it is writ in the freckles on your breast, and sounded in gasps and moans more eloquent than any words Shakespeare ever put to parchment. filled with a near religious rapture, triumphant exultations of yes and yes and yes, reminding us that joy is found in the little things, like orgasms and rain, penny candy, and having nowhere to go but here, sharing this stolen Blues Clues moment.present
ConsumedThe emptiness starts to consume withinConsumed
a cold tear trickles down my skin
i feel so alone in this desolate place
everyone is running and im not even in the race
the pain and the screaming rings in my ears
its a constant struggle to fight back the tears
i just want someone to save me right now
but they cant, they dont know how
so until then i'll keep it inside
until it takes me, ill push it aside
So, yeah...
if you get a dozen your loved!!
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send this rose to everyone you care about including me if you care. C how many times you get this, if you get a dozen your loved
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You mortals complain about everything! It's too hot, it's too cold, that zebra ate my sandwich!!
*dingding* RULES:
1- You can't glomp the person who glomped you!
2- You can't glomp the same person! EVER AGAIN!!
3- You -MUST- glomp 4 people! If you don't you're a terrible person and I shall take your soul!! (Norway doesn't like what this rule is saying...)
4- This must be put on their userpage! Nowhere else!
5- You must actually like the person to glomp them!
Remember the person who glomped you loves you! So you must glomp a person you love as well!
This glomping was started by ~ demon-of-the-light SPREAD THE LUUUUV!!!
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The further you delve in to a person the more complexities you find, there are many sides to me I'm a complex person. People think they have me figured out until I do something unexpected.
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Am I the star beneath the stairs?
Am I a ghost upon the stage?
Am I your anything?
I request you put the Mesden song on here right now
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Antiorder [dot] com
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The few remaining truths are graffiti, suicide notes,and shopping lists." -Francesca da Rimini
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DYING YOUNG IS FAR TOO BORING THESE DAYS ANYWAY.
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the speed of art is a function of life plus fiction, fiction tending to zero - r.filliou
~millykid-visuacept ~m-ani-mal supamilly emile
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~The only thing truly yours, is your voice.~
If you'd like an in depth critique, just drop me a note. I'll be gentle, but honest.
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the speed of art is a function of life plus fiction, fiction tending to zero - r.filliou
~millykid-visuacept ~m-ani-mal supamilly emile
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