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Fuck it.
Mar 25, 2007 00:13
Some say the end is near (
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a_window
March 25 2007, 00:40:15 UTC
i hear you
*huggles sweetheart*
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firebrand_faux
March 25 2007, 00:46:15 UTC
I know it baby girl, I know it.
Big hugs to you.
x
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a_window
March 25 2007, 00:57:20 UTC
*gathers torches...the four horseman of the apocalypse
*we're chums you know ;)*
i am sick of living amongst reptiles and monsters
sending big hugs back babe
X
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firebrand_faux
March 25 2007, 01:01:18 UTC
It's inevitable that we'll all end up food for the worms, but why the bloody fuck should I go without everyone else?!
Bring it on.
*snogs*
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firebrand_faux
March 25 2007, 03:17:47 UTC
Heh. No. But I may as well have done ;)
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anonymous
March 25 2007, 14:07:43 UTC
I always did find deep and meaningful subjects in Level 42's lyrics...;)
XxX
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firebrand_faux
March 25 2007, 19:26:11 UTC
Of course you did.
I always found deep and meaningful subjects in the bottom of the trash.
x
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cydergoth
March 26 2007, 21:04:59 UTC
umm.... yeh!!!?
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cydergoth
March 26 2007, 21:06:38 UTC
the homeless stalk
the trails of the city
kings
of the concrete jungle
where we walk
paths of dispair
down
these streets of sorrow
bundle of rags
huddled by the doorway
uniform
of a new generation
they will inherit
the rotten heart
that beats in deprivation
the night sky
above their heads
roof
of the living crypt
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*huggles sweetheart*
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Big hugs to you.
x
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*we're chums you know ;)*
i am sick of living amongst reptiles and monsters
sending big hugs back babe
X
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Bring it on.
*snogs*
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XxX
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I always found deep and meaningful subjects in the bottom of the trash.
x
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the trails of the city
kings
of the concrete jungle
where we walk
paths of dispair
down
these streets of sorrow
bundle of rags
huddled by the doorway
uniform
of a new generation
they will inherit
the rotten heart
that beats in deprivation
the night sky
above their heads
roof
of the living crypt
Reply
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