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UntitledWe met in a haze of language and cheap beer,Untitled
a touch too naive
putting on a good little show
like a good little girl.
Oh I can hold my liquor,
become a little tipsy,
sexual exploration on unfamiliar couch cushions
with the world watching.
You will regret this one day, [we’ll be friends, retrospect.]
You introduced me
to the candy-coated love life
of powder and mucous membranes,
the beauty that is blinded
by the clarity of this moment, the stain-glass aura glow of wide-eyed wonder.
You birthed in me
by ~xlamentofpretty
Respectful lossRespectful loss I will never say exactly the right wordsRespectful loss
I'm supposed to say,
gathered and stored,
I am no squirrel
and I am not going away for the winter.
I want to be human,
under the guise of formality
and maybe a pair
of ass-defining black slacks,
because then maybe it wouldn't hurt so much
to feel the skin that I feel every day,
the potential mother promised me
and father said
would never come.
I am never hopelessly lost,
just a little off the path
that I was supposed to take,
and
by ~xlamentofpretty
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sun dust and sweet shadowsSun Dust and Sweet Shadows It is seven o'clock AM. Five hours after we walked in the door and two hours before the end of this poem.sun dust and sweet shadows
Thinking back - it was a long, drunken night and full of those games that drunk people play. And for the final game, I played the gentleman and gave her my bed while I slept on the couch.
I never liked this couch - and I like it even less when I'm stuck to it with sweat and the dirt of the previous day, acting like a glue but I'll take a little irritation and lay in this consequence-mud if it means
by `radiophonic
Testing...whoever "they" are, they say this when you sit down for this test:Testing...
read the question that corresponds to each number, and fill in the answer you think is best
i guess i did alright in school, even falling sometimes in with the dunces and dupes. but i can answer questions well enough and jump through their hoops. i can pick anagrams out of their alphabet soups. i can act and react, add and subtract, decline and conjugate and support arguments in heated debate but i have to admit that there are forces in this world that distract and distract and distract.
oops
by ~nicopolitan
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- Current Residence: new york
- Interests: 2am, addiction, beauty, drinking, expression, eyeliner, hair, love, mk, what the fuck ever
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found religion inside myself
i drank the blood, the flesh was stale
All the hearts.
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Some people never go crazy. What truly horrible lives they must lead.
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a minha cena é retratos.
amazing.
my throat burns.
and I'm bored..
oh the agony.
*screams* life is ridiculous.
I must burn a new cd soon.. consisting of 'let go' +'bad day' and many other wonderful songs..
if anyone has livejournal, add me {kissesat2am}
ps.. I love catrina. her depth is astounding.
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<3
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