| Special needs, special dreams |
[18 Sep 2004|03:33pm] |
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I need to write, there is so much to say.
Yet silence is so comforting, silence hand in hand with a little quiet AIR song perhaps...
And I want to lay around with you, like we did the first week in my parentless house, please don't erase me...
I need for you to take me and make me, I really am starting to believe we need each other, I fear our potential to self destruct and how in the end, self destruction hurts the other who has been let in possibly even more so...
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[16 Sep 2004|03:55pm] |
Boys, girls and others...
I have six GMail accounts to give away.
Scream if you want one!
On a sad note...
R.I.P Johnny Ramone
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[12 Sep 2004|01:03pm] |
Friends Only
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[12 Sep 2004|12:16pm] |
Our last day in paradise...
Before you go and
Leave this town
I want to see you one more time
Put your dirty angel face
Between my legs
And knicker lace
Fight me, try me
Kiss me like you like me
Twist it round again and again
I want to run away with you
Your caravan and rabbit stew
Don't buy me candyfloss or bears
Swarfega fingers, I want you there
Fight me, try me
Kiss me like you like me
Twist it round again and again
Ride me, try me
Kiss me like you like me
Twist it round again and again
Twist it round again and again
Fight me, try me
Kiss me like you like me
Twist it round again and again
Fight me, try me
Kiss me like you like me
Twist it round again and again
Twist it round again and again
Twist it round again and again
( Tutoring (& torturing) you... )
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[19 Jul 2004|12:39am] |
She says "do you love me?"
It's when folks ask questions like this that you lose the spotlight.
This is how folks trap you into a best-supporting role.
Even bigger than the house being on fire is the huge expectation that i have to say the three most worn-out words you'll find in any script.
They're just words is all.
Powerless.
Vocabulary.
Dialogue.
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