October 2009
27 posts
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I have 13 rolls of film that I need to get developed from the last 6 weeks. Plus (and this is just a guesstimate) another 3 that I’ll take tomorrow.
I need a dark room.
And I need to learn what to do in a dark room.
Read my new POEM!!!
I Think the best ive written so far READ PLEASE...
Love in the Midsts of the Seasons
Love sprang within the midsts of the seasons of Earth, Withstanding time, which has allowed our miracle of birth. For the reason of how We continue, living through each season,is unknow, But we are not meant to find truth; for the truth of Love’s beauty is not meant to be known. The miracle of Our love first began with the fall of Spring, and rise of...
i wrote this late last night
You ask me,”How is that you love Me?”. Now I know what Love, has said, is meant to be. —(needs to be fixed) Do thee know why God has given me these eyes? They are to look upon thy beauty, the beauty that always shines. Do thee know why He has given me these lips? They are to say everything when I am at lost for words or have misplaced my love’s scripts. Do thee know why He...
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wanderingtangent:
Somebody stole my hair straightener at the gym last week.
That’s gross.
OMG, someone is probably using it on their dreads! OMG OMG OMG OMG NOOOOOO.
Or worse, and I hestitate to say……PUBES!!
Answer to a Love's ?
You ask me,”How is that you love Me?”. Now I know what Love, has said, is meant to be. Do thee know why God has given me these eyes? They are to look upon thy beauty, the beauty that always shines. Do thee know why He has given me these lips? They are to say everything when I am at lost for words or have misplaced my love’s scripts. Do thee know why He has also given me the...
why did John have to leave the Beatles
“Do not believe in anything simply because you have heard it. Do not believe in...”
– Buddha
A Thought with in the Resltess Mind...
(I know, it needs to be worked on a lot, so call it a rough draft)
“To My Infatuation” We sit, both at lost for words, as the room becomes colder. One looks, the other still at foward, then touches, softly, the heavy shoulder. SHE says, ” I am but nothing more than your mind’s infatuation.” But truth betold, SHE is the love at my heart’s contemplation. For...
“To be, or not to be, that is the question:
Whether ‘tis nobler in the...”
– Shake-muthafuckin-speare
listening to owl city
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fireflies
You know how I know that you’re gay..
You listen to Owl City.
You know how I know you’re gay..
the music you listen to is the sound of my shit splashing into the toliet O.O
You know how I know that you’re gay? You have...
listening to owl city
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fireflies
You know how I know that you’re gay..
You listen to Owl City.
You know how I know you’re gay..
the music you listen to is the sound of my shit splashing into the toliet O.O
You know how I know that you’re gay? You have tshirt that says “Show me your testes!” on...
listening to owl city
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fireflies
You know how I know that you’re gay..
You listen to Owl City.
You know how I know you’re gay..
the music you listen to is the sound of my shit splashing into the toliet O.O
You know how I know that you’re gay? You have tshirt that says “Show me your testes!” on the front and on the back it says “Can...
listening to owl city
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fireflies
You know how I know that you’re gay..
You listen to Owl City.
You know how I know you’re gay..
the music you listen to is the sound of my shit splashing into the toliet O.O
now switched to listening to the shins and the...
idk. suggestions?
listening to owl city
fireflies
John Keats is da bee’s knees man
umm another random one, needs a lot of work. Plus...
laying in bed, feeling like dying from this flu
as I lay here, angry and upset, I’ve realized something that I’ve never seen before…. I feel im on the vurge of death, a virus within me has grown. I loathe it; it tortures me, with every outcry and moan. I’m enraged that God can make this machine of death, its only purpose in life is to go out and infest a host of flesh....
“A family is a place where minds come in contact with one another. If these minds...”
– Buddha
random(needs work) I ask what's the point...
How must I continue through the years, when You are gone, and have left me in the torture of my fears? Who, or What!, shall I turn to find peace again? When I cannot even bring myself, to finally make amends. ….Where will I go, once who have left me to Your eternal slumber, shall I return back to that Hell of fire, which has made me Its burning lumber, which burn to ashes, and thrown...
