Two white doves on an urn. Not a casket. Their beaks were touching like they were kissing. My mom’s funeral. There were people in black. One old guy had a beard like an Amish dude. I didn’t know him. There was a preacher wearing a white neck thing. I didn’t know him either. Black umbrellas shielded the rain. Everything was there for a funeral. ( Read more... )

Justin: mira?...no mira?...pants? I'll have to go with pants on this one...that's just me though ( Read more... )

The first song is a screamo one ( Read more... )

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So hello everybody. I got drunk at Pizza Hut last night on 2 glasses of wine. I have no tolerance for alcohol. It was fun though. Good group of people to hang out with ( Read more... )

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Dropping Eaves on Fowl Play ( Read more... )

I thought this worked well


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Your walk is:
A Mix of Hopping, Dancing and Writhing in Pain


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I try not to think about it much. Is that wrong? Maybe its selfish of me. I don't want to cry. It's not because I think it's not "manly" to cry. It's because I know I will cry eventually. I don't need to waste the tears now. I know once I start up toward the casket, nothing will hold back the bursting of my dam. I'm not ashamed of it ( Read more... )