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Jan 20, 2007 17:05

i see the gold; it makes a pattern in my eyes; you can see me see it, when you look. but you don't look. i see four feet in a puddle, one has unclipped toe nails and peeling skin, the other has bruised ankles and stubby toes, the third has long lanky buildings, that look like their toes and the points tip, the fourth has no toes at all, not feet ( Read more... )

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passionlemonade January 22 2007, 06:34:43 UTC
"hello, lover."

lets be friends forever.
i changed my mind.
i want to go to college.
lets all move to sd together.
its that or i'm going to mira costa(ew) for my gen. ed.
i want to be something.
and i want it to amazing.
and i would cry if you weren't there to cheer me on
while i cheer you on.

GO CAYLA GO CAYLA OH WHAT NOW OH YEAH UH HUH oohhHHWHHHAAT?!??!?!?

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anne_arkansas January 22 2007, 23:30:16 UTC
"hello lover"

mira costa isn't ew.
you'll be amazing, unless you become a whore, but even then, i bet you'd be a really fucking amazing whore. (you won't become a whore, i'm just reading "memories of my melancholy whores" and thinking whore in terms of everything)

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forgiveme_ology January 23 2007, 01:21:23 UTC
take me with you to sd.

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