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[iqofafork]

Woo today was fun talk about the sceen with all the numbers on my hands. Yeah so it was really fun i enjoyed being the emo chick but i never got my chance to cry or the numbers on my stomach. Any way when i got home the best part of the day yet The Stability EP and my dcfc shirt are here!!!! im so wearing it tommorow its light blue and has the "

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[anonymous]

Hmm i guess i'll do Jons live journal in Jims live journal

[sparaticlove]

What happened to your thursday shirt on thursday..

i'll be the idol of the school. then all that's left is the world. i will be the world's idol..
"Jim, do you have a binder for me."
guess reality has hit ya..

I'LL be the WORLD'S idol. cos im sweet.

[iqofafork]

mmm, yes that definentally sucked i had huge plans and then boom all of a sudden im getting marked down fucking binder.

[flyingspiders]

I would so do you.

[sparaticlove]

we all would.
Jim, you're such a sexybeast..
and one hot emo chick..

cry on.

[iqofafork]

Amanda, thanks that made my day and lauren you too ive been crying on *tear

[sparaticlove]

good im glad.

[anonymous]

Jim...kiss me goodbye bow your head and join withme and face pushed deep rteflections meetthe strangest twist upon your lips anddissapear the ripples clear and laughing breakagainst your feet and laughing break the mirrorsweet so we shall be together... I want to do you like the chicks...6

Jon Jon

lo...l

hm

[sparaticlove]

Kiss me goodbye pushing out before i sleep it's lower now and slower now the strangest twist upon your lips but i don't see and i dont feel but tightly hold up silently my hands before my fading eyes and in my eyes your smile the very last thing before i go..

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[anonymous]

I love the cure...and Pornography...lol jim...

Jon Jon

lo...l

Re: hm

[iqofafork]

*kisses you both good buy even thou i dont want you to leave.

That was beuatiful, and that pornorgaphy man

[anonymous]

A hundred other words blind me with your purity
Like an old painted doll in the throes of dance
I think about tomorrow
Please let me sleep
As I slip down the window
Freshly squashed fly
You mean nothing...

You mean nothing