| Saturday, May 17th, 2008 |
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[ adn_heming ]
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7:42p |
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[ roetry ]
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3:23p |
Grateful Grateful I want to express my gratitude To the girl who brought me what is good I want to thank you for everything For giving meaning to what I sing Though I only got a few days left I thank God because you and I met For every smile you brought to my face Thank you for the happiness you gave All of those beautiful memories Each passing day, I will reminisce You are the lyrics to my music Thanks to the friend I’ll always seek Current Mood: thankful |
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[ kamino_neko ]
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1:29a |
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[ une_croix ]
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2:52p |
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[ heroville ]
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12:42a |
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| Friday, May 16th, 2008 |
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[ dr_hermes ]
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10:47p |
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[ doop ]
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10:35p |
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[ starwolf_oakley ]
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9:46p |
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[ nightauditguy ]
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8:45p |
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[ cyberghostface ]
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9:30p |
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| Saturday, May 17th, 2008 |
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[ superfan1 ]
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7:55a |
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| Friday, May 16th, 2008 |
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[ nightauditguy ]
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7:40p |
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[ morgana006 ]
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6:40p |
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[ seawolf10 ]
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5:51p |
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[ selke ]
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4:24p |
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[ cambrigde_lady ]
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4:01p |
Unpracticed Unpracticed
with the taste of wine still on my lips and the scent of cigarette clinging to cotton t-shirts his chap-stick lips slowly kissed my body in a dark small box room on a bed that wasn't mine
on his chest he wore letters that gave him the right to use misleading words that pushed against my unopened thighs and softened my untrusting gaze
he coached as i learned to tongue and caress and slowly move around and over our bodies in a mess of pink sheets and feathered down pillows
he guided my fingers and played with my hair he lied with unfaltering eyes as we laid together and stripped away layers
to play games where he knew all the rules till he was finished and i was tired
my hips were his guitar and he played cords to a deceitful tune that ignited urge but left (naive girls) unfulfilled
leaving my dormitory he had gotten what he said he wanted but still, i listened to deep sensual eyes and his targeted touch that made me feel desired |
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[ linkara ]
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12:49p |
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[ stubbleupdate ]
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5:43p |
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| Saturday, May 17th, 2008 |
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[ bebopbeats ]
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3:54a |
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| Friday, May 16th, 2008 |
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[ kafaraqgatri ]
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1:33p |
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[ elibalin ]
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12:02p |
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[ doop ]
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11:46a |
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[ benchilada ]
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10:43a |
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[ alphabetspiral ]
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7:19a |
Appearances He spoke with lemon zest in his nostril, tongue doused in salt, all the better to clean with. Bald skin not enough when the skull is available for coitus and orgasm. Sodden faces appear only when he has finished the daily duties. His eyes: miniature chupacabras-- a Kafka interpretation of the soul. She (his wife) requested Evangelical petting, crossfire. Gasoline burns better than bones on paper, this was not hard. |
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[ mysteryfangirl ]
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9:15a |
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