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[simplyshnurg]

i built some short pants w/ my bare hands + some scizzers and a cray-on. actually i did said activity some time ago but have not worn my product for ever. not until today. i have a love and it's all that i need right or wrong and he needs me too i love him i'm his and everything he is our love is our love. really? says the bartender to an old mate

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[anonymous]

between the clouds, smiles will fly like
birds on a warm summer morning.
and when we almost feel like the day is
growing dark beneath a shivering sky,
i can only hope that a storm of cool green fire
will melt down upon us
so we can still see the ocean as it breathes.
then maybe we will be able to breathe again,
but only if we want to.
after all, my dreaming soars high
yet i know i'm but a mediocre mind.
but you - you seem to be able to
tear open the galaxy and pour it into a fountain pen.
i think yes maybe i might someday marry you
if you can recall my name.
ah, i reminisce about the days when...
oh it's no use.
we are hopeless romantics; sort of strangers, though.
an ode to the shoebox man
who once described my presence as euphoric and
...is it lonely in here?

[food_and_houses]

ai cant duzzyd iffit meenzennythinnatawl

shoodnt be alla kyuryisso; rijnally thottit mensumthin.

[food_and_houses]

bryan adams? who? i dont know your dang name if you dont say it babes

[anonymous]

babes? that's me!