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Burning up...someone send me a firefighter!.... 
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magick:
hehe, yeah blanche is such a slut.
man i wish they'd bring that show out on dvd!
man i wish they'd bring that show out on dvd!
lilmissmorbid:
Hmmm
Is it a grease fire or just a fire fire.. Cause I got baking soda right here baby!
Is it a grease fire or just a fire fire.. Cause I got baking soda right here baby!
So today i woke up around 4 to start my training....i forgot why agreed to this...I have to me the most laziest person alive and they want me to run! come on noW! lets be realistic .. i did it today but who knows how long it will last... on a happy note the weekend is coming up and i am excited.. this saturday i...
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unknowntrigram:
welcoem to the BCB group.
Hope you enjoy it.
Hope you enjoy it.
sterlingsteele:
oh and where can i see your work?
CLENCHED SOUL
We have lost even this twilight.
No one saw us this evening hand in hand
while the blue night dropped on the world.
I have seen from my window
the fiesta of sunset in the distant mountain tops.
Sometimes a piece of sun
burned like a coin in my hand.
I remembered you with my soul clenched
in that sadness of mine that...
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We have lost even this twilight.
No one saw us this evening hand in hand
while the blue night dropped on the world.
I have seen from my window
the fiesta of sunset in the distant mountain tops.
Sometimes a piece of sun
burned like a coin in my hand.
I remembered you with my soul clenched
in that sadness of mine that...
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love:
You are AWESOME for posting that poem!
soeffinhappy:
Journals, like underwear, should be changed once a week.
user209834982:
indeed
sensitiveprick:
what's better
I am soo excited i just bought tickets to the SG burlesque show here in Los Angeles! yay!
i feel lonely today 
"There's a nail in the door
And there's glass on the lawn
Tacks on the floor
And the TV is on
And I always sleep with my guns when you're gone
There's a blade by the bed
And a phone in my hand
A dog on the floor
And some cash on the nightstand
When I'm all alone the dreaming stops
And I just can't...
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And there's glass on the lawn
Tacks on the floor
And the TV is on
And I always sleep with my guns when you're gone
There's a blade by the bed
And a phone in my hand
A dog on the floor
And some cash on the nightstand
When I'm all alone the dreaming stops
And I just can't...
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apostrophenow:
whoa. I enjoyed this. Reading it, I heard music- it has a beat.
oh- and thanx for adding me as a friend! Having SG friends rocks!
oh- and thanx for adding me as a friend! Having SG friends rocks!
Mood: enthralled 
Music: Ring of Fire (johnny cash)
going insane and there is no stopping me... i swing my worries away every night .. i am sure someone has seen me and is curious as to what is going on, but is just too afraid to confront me or just really does no give a fuck as to what i am doing... where is my...
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Music: Ring of Fire (johnny cash)
going insane and there is no stopping me... i swing my worries away every night .. i am sure someone has seen me and is curious as to what is going on, but is just too afraid to confront me or just really does no give a fuck as to what i am doing... where is my...
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I let him get under my skin. There wasn't anything terrifically admirable about him. Nothing to explain the unbelievable draw I felt. I remember walking by the big picture window of his apartment and seeing him standing, half naked, playing his guitar. He was tiny, too small for the big guitar. His hair was dirty and disheveled, long greasy strands falling down in his face...
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peart:
Only if my story were true
apostrophenow:
Yikes.
...hmm. Love is like a runaway train... no. Love is like a bouquet of pretty flowers- that smell bad... no. Love is like... ah, I dunno what.
Every time an opportunity arises for some kind of romance to shine into my life, it slips through my fingers.
Call it The Curse of The Blues Man.
(not to be confused with The Curse of The Blue Man Group, from which there is no salvation)
[Edited on Apr 17, 2004 11:05PM]
...hmm. Love is like a runaway train... no. Love is like a bouquet of pretty flowers- that smell bad... no. Love is like... ah, I dunno what.
Every time an opportunity arises for some kind of romance to shine into my life, it slips through my fingers.
Call it The Curse of The Blues Man.
(not to be confused with The Curse of The Blue Man Group, from which there is no salvation)
[Edited on Apr 17, 2004 11:05PM]
For now....
Have a great weekend sweetcheeks!
Anyway, thanks for wishing me a happy birthday