"This is the place where dreams are unmade,
Cut into pieces and left in the rain.
They're left in the rain.
This is the place where hearts come undone,
Spill onto the sidewalk and crack in the sun.
I'm boarding up my windows
And locking all my doors,
That's what they're for.
It's better if it's worse than before.
This is the day when promises break,
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Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leafs a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
-- Robert Frost
I would love to sleep with Famke Janssen. But strictly the non-transvestite version. Although, even then I might consider it.
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At least in a semi-ideal world.
Regardless, maybe those comments you view as being hostile and having the sole purpose of getting a rise out of others are really just devil's advocate points of view to challenge the thought of the masses. Life can't be one big circle jerk all the time where everybody agrees with everybody all of the time. This isn't Pleasantville. Well, actually, maybe it is. Pleasantville is actually a fucking genius example. It's like when Toby Maguire and Reese Witherspoon's characters go to the black-and-white, opinion free world of Pleasantville, where parity is non-existant. Toby and Reese challenge the system by exhibiting freedom of expression and little by little the town and its people begin to exude an array of colors, from one side of the spectrum to the other. Parity is a good thing. Just ask Paul Tagliabue.
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You make some very good points here and I agree with you 100%.
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thank you for the you're.. LMAO.
i love you
*linds
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thank you for the you're.. it was going through my head.
i love you
*linds
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