dinosaurs love for real.

From Cough Syrup to Cop-AceticI can only blame it on the fact that I can't blame a single feature. It's the way drag your hands through your hair, you lick your lips when you speak, you wrap your fingers around your cigarette. It's the fact that you don't notice a thing about me as I stare intently at your thin phalanges as they tenderly lure the carcinogens past those pink lips and into the depths of who the hell knows. I don't know what's in there. I don't know if I'm the only one feeling this quaking in the pit of my organs as your eyes dart past mine or the frantic feeling as you get up to leave. But I've got to take this at face value right? I've got to let this happFrom Cough Syrup to Cop-Acetic


Girl Who Blocked Her Own ShotAnd this? This is where I mourn the loss of-what? Love? Respect? Whatever it is, it's gone now and I can't seem to get the burial dirt out from beneath my fingernails. Perhaps I lack an eye for geometry, but I don't see how that box could hold so much. Even with it's iconic angled sides and heavy wooden lid it will never hold you in. But of course, it doesn't have to. Because you're not really dead, you're just gone. I've lost you. I've lost the comfort, the safety, the shelter. I've lost late night phone calls, a shoulder to cry on, muscles to keep me strong, a gentle but stern finger to point out where I've gone and gently prod mGirl Who Blocked Her Own Shot


I Think I Understand NowWhen I was little I was in love with Davey Jones. A man who rivaled my grandfather in age, and had been a b-list washed up celebrity for more years than I'd existed. At the young age of six he instilled in me an addiction to English accents I'm not yet ready to forgive him for. As I sat at attention, glued to the red, yellow and blue dots the comprised my future husband, my mother gingerly licked her fingers and separated the papers. "Fall in love with a real man" she said. "Fall in love with a real man and then you'll understand what love feels like". With that she signed upon the dotted line with initials, that upon their completion would nI Think I Understand Now
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thanks a lot for
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or see my clip '50 scatti' -> [link]
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bisogna pur cambiarlo, il mondo.
mundus commutando est.
ognuno ha ciò che merita.
fabrum esse suae quemque fortunae.
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i'm so-so.
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I really am enjoying it! We have another show tomorrow and I can't wait!! I've never been so pleased or content in what I'm doing.
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I'm so glad you're enjoying it. That makes all the difference in the world.
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Here is a lesson in creative writing. First rule: Do not use semicolons. They are transvestite hermaphrodites representing absolutely nothing. All they do is show you've been to college.
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So, are you still liking the new job?
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Here is a lesson in creative writing. First rule: Do not use semicolons. They are transvestite hermaphrodites representing absolutely nothing. All they do is show you've been to college.
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"And everywhere the good prepare for perpetual war
And let their weapons shape the plan
The way the hammer shapes the hand"
-- jackson browne - casino nation
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Here is a lesson in creative writing. First rule: Do not use semicolons. They are transvestite hermaphrodites representing absolutely nothing. All they do is show you've been to college.
Kurt Vonnegut, A Man without a Country
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a member of enlightened-poets [link]
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Here is a lesson in creative writing. First rule: Do not use semicolons. They are transvestite hermaphrodites representing absolutely nothing. All they do is show you've been to college.
Kurt Vonnegut, A Man without a Country
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a member of enlightened-poets [link]
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Here is a lesson in creative writing. First rule: Do not use semicolons. They are transvestite hermaphrodites representing absolutely nothing. All they do is show you've been to college.
Kurt Vonnegut, A Man without a Country
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a member of enlightened-poets [link]
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Here is a lesson in creative writing. First rule: Do not use semicolons. They are transvestite hermaphrodites representing absolutely nothing. All they do is show you've been to college.
Kurt Vonnegut, A Man without a Country
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Loser boy was there and I made him feel like... well, an ass.
i can't wait for the next one!
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Here is a lesson in creative writing. First rule: Do not use semicolons. They are transvestite hermaphrodites representing absolutely nothing. All they do is show you've been to college.
Kurt Vonnegut, A Man without a Country
Feeling better now?
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