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Love Song [Jun. 15th, 2016|09:26 pm]
I like the way she dresses
And I like the way she moves
And I like what she confesses
When her messes sing the blues

I like the sugar in her coffee
And the butter on her roll
and the morning conversation
Information that she stole.
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(no subject) [Jan. 15th, 2009|08:26 pm]
it's when we meet
me and my friends
we speak of dreams
she rests her hand
upon my head
and speaks of things
another guest.
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and the show [Nov. 11th, 2008|08:17 am]
a fine finalle, smashing the guitar like th stage was my mother and I was telling her about a fucked up childhood in a way that words never coudl.

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(no subject) [Aug. 1st, 2008|01:54 pm]
The world is your oyster, dude.

suck it.
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(no subject) [Apr. 17th, 2008|01:08 pm]
Ah, the laughing party of machines.
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(no subject) [Mar. 26th, 2008|03:33 pm]
Sometimes the greatest journeys begin with a joke.
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1-800-think-again [May. 30th, 2007|04:16 pm]
[Current Music |ballad fo the black chiuaua]

why be average?
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(no subject) [May. 20th, 2007|11:21 am]
When all the friends of friends
Are finaly dying all around you
You can't help but gulp
And ask yourself "who's next?"
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Hi, koooooo [May. 6th, 2007|07:20 pm]
[Current Music |emo(tional music)]

Whispering, she says
"You know, what the world needs is
More flying spiders."
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(no subject) [May. 3rd, 2007|11:05 am]
[Current Mood |what a mess]
[Current Music |funeral derge.]

edit: Smokey just died. He had been fighting lung canser for some time. Now I do kind of regret letting him smoke so much. But not as much as I regret trying to fluchhim down my toilet like a goldfish.
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