tragedy is created when you find out its all not just in your head.

Nov 24, 2004 13:34

Richard Cory
-Edwin Arlington Robinson
Whenever Richard Cory went down town,
We people on the pavement looked at him:
He was a gentleman from sole to crown,
Clean favored, and imperially slim,
And he was always quietly arrayed,
And he was always human when he talked;
But still he fluttered pulses when he said,
"Good-morning," and he ( Read more... )

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god i love me anonymous November 26 2004, 01:43:46 UTC
oh you sick fuck, get away from me, i knew you were into that kind of fucking shit. . . i mean naked tooooooottttalllllllyyy naked =]

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