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So I must be full of something to come and put seemingly random characters typed in a line to form something resembling thought on this thing ( Read more... ) -
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This has been the best christmas ever. I'm not being sarcastic either. I got everything I asked for. It was great, I'm so happy. I hope yours was filled with just as much warmth, happiness, and love that mine was! See you next year, Baby Jesus! -
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Now for somebody who's always complaining about this unceasing loneliness, I'm going to have to draw the line. I don't want to hear, "I love you" or "I miss you" anymore. Or this one, "if you EVER need a place to pass-out, just come here." That one is the funniest, since, well, you know I don't pass-out, but rather fight off sleep until it is ( Read more... ) -
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dang it. my fingers are typing here again. Got-Dang-It ( Read more... ) -
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No, it's not Thursday, but I am in love with a few things.
-Muncie, IN is fucking sweet. I'm diggin' it here. -Good Friends, Good Beer.
-Type O - is the kitchiest lame band to be into. Thank Buddha they're still around. I hope to drink absinthe with Peter Steele again.
-Women.... they're not men!
-Drugs... it's what's for dinner.
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work, yum, i'm loving it. do you like puke with your poop? I know I do ( Read more... ) -
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They say life is what you make of it, and thus I will make it a mess. A mess of love, lies, and leisure. Spending each day chasing that star round and round, watching the glow in jealous glare, hoping one day to feel its warmth. Shut up and shut out all those stagnant faces bloated with pride, they who don't want you anymore. I will make it ( Read more... ) -
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Surrounding yourself with death and disease
Does it that make it easier to live?
Is that what you even want, to live?
Seems like you cannot do anything right
I think you are a waste, should be put to better use
But you can't just die. No, you have to keep going.
Though I try, I cannot believe in anything.
So go, make babies, make love, make life
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Mega Million Monster Smashers ( Read more... ) -
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oh god, on high.
of town and country.
we bled, and were
misled
how the time flew
pigeons from stool
like the shrapnel
over our shoulders
and i'm crying
and you're dying
and we're trying
a new way
today, this comes
all around
and we're all
together
holding hands
and shaking fists
licking necks
and tasting sweet
i'm holding you
and we're convulsing
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