I am finally deadim boring.
and im going to germany for like 3 weeks.
and im moving so im losing my internet and stufff.
but someday ill come back.
someday semi-soon.
but as for now i must die.
but i still love you all!
*kathy*
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There is no hellThere is no God.There is no hell
-Only fake people, and date rape drugs.
-Only paper flowers, and water based lubricants.
There is no Heaven.
-Only black leather dreams, and strawberry-flavored prophylactics. -Only continental breakfasts,
and night shift whores.
There is no Satan.
-Only Caucasian Barbie dolls and monthly yeast infections. -Only Edgar Allen Poe, and child pornography.
There is no Hell.
-Only high school proms, and half-ass circumcisions.
-Only Satin pajamas, and
by ~ocean-of-doubt
BitterThis snow that falls is bitter and grey It trips and stumbles to my cold dismay--Bitter
Like cripple words raining outside my foul mouth.
I am your insubordinate child.
by ~ocean-of-doubt
Self-portraitThe effect of colorless hair thrown upon my eyes, is one of blueberries mixed with cream; on a crisp August night. My skin bares the tones of ripe apricots, fresh from the neighbors’ orchard. My soft pale lips; scream for full-curves as well as attention. Childish, is what my cheeks are. Rosy, yet growing elder with every gleamy smile. My teeth are both boring and plain, yet stained from my endless tea sipping. In the middle lays my red button nose. It will sit and stare and act as if he knows what’s going on today. Each brow is laid out perfectly, as if tSelf-portrait
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meaningless in tides.if i were an ocean meaningless in tides, would i dream of whales' wishings of me to subside?meaningless in tides.
if i were comepletae shandy shores, single sail boats,
should you abhor the scents, lullabye lotions, and midevil hemp.
if i were sane blue-green in tint, could i mingle within the population.
dancing with pelicons, breath among starfish.
If i were containable steady enough to swallow you'd have me to yourself. Kitchen sinks. south-alaskan bottles.
i am stuck, inside your smiling delusions of this life that will
by ~ocean-of-doubt
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- Current Residence: somewhere in Wi
- Interests: Scott gomez, hockey, paint. words.
- Favourite movie: american beauty, kids
- Favourite band or musician: led Zeppelin, ben harper, appleseed cast
- Favourite genre of music: metal/indie/whatever
- Favourite poet or writer: anne sexton
- Favourite photographer: John Scarth
- Shell of choice: snail
- Skin of choice: male
- Favourite cartoon character: the teacher from peanuts
- Personal Quote: fuck
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I actually love your avatar. Really love it. How did you get it?
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Question: What do you get when you cross the Godfather with a philosopher?
Answer: An offer you can't understand.
j-po
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...I'd rather be thin than famous...
i hope to see you soon.
j-po
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...I'd rather be thin than famous...
Shawn
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what comes is better than what came before
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*You make me feel like a whore*
the whole post prom thing isn't stacking up at all against my other propositions.. i'm not sure what to do though, i don't want to let any of my friends down right..so da-amn
lonely and waiting
j-po
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...I'd rather be thin than famous...
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what comes is better than what came before
missing you already
j-po
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...I'd rather be thin than famous...
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