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Dec 24, 2004 21:16

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anonymous December 25 2004, 05:07:07 UTC

hmm.... I'm going to have to think about that one.
- kali.

i have "i'm mike jervis slut" around my wrist anonymous December 25 2004, 05:09:01 UTC

you wanted me to leave you an honest comment on what i thought about this, well i love it. and you told me the other night you couldn't write anymore?! psh... haha. it's hard to pick out just one part i like because i really like the entire thing. but if you wanted some specifics my favorite parts were:

how a portait of a portrait is just an essay without words, and how we sing sung songs now nightly, but not one is ever heard.

and

i am your deepest bow. the rainstorm that runs your head out of the clouds. exeunt.

i love everything you write and it is too better than mine.

[perfect like you are for me]
XO merry cristmas!
felecia

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Re: i have "i'm mike jervis slut" around my wrist anonymous January 4 2005, 06:01:23 UTC

worries for me are wasted.

easilychanged December 25 2004, 05:35:37 UTC

SWEET, you updated.
that's what i like to see.

opening n.i.g.h.t burntsienna67 December 25 2004, 07:07:31 UTC

We are scared, and everyone can see our flaws. Mocking something else, doesn't explain so indepthly. We do say things alot, but often times they aren't heard. I have worked through all your charm, and have worked through your defenses, your protection, your safeguard. I found nothing but a copy of text, lines in which you feel you should follow. Repeated lines, which may be lies, that I have paired with, and shrewd with. You think you're without delay, and on top of things? Whole Heartidly, everyone around is looking with strong emotion, like understanding death. Approving you? Not exactly. A beautiful red rose may wilt inside my lips, "oh, sweet redemption, thou'st filled me with your breath. my lungs spill out renewel while my tongue spells out his death! how thy mercy overcomes me. how revenge truly becomes me. i'd dare not sleep, if i were you, for night brings forth the ugly." This sweet recovery, we have kissed. I think about renewal, but speak about death. This greatness is upon me, I have taken revenge. If I were ( ... )

Re: opening n.i.g.h.t burntsienna67 December 26 2004, 05:52:19 UTC

why did you change around the wording?

anonymous December 26 2004, 02:54:04 UTC

hey. do you want to hang out next week?

- kali.