I want to be your favorite love song.
I want to be what sings to you in the dark.
I want to be the chords you strum on your guitair,
and the words you sing into the night
I want to be the wine that gets you drunk
and the poetry that grabs your heart
I want to be the path you left your footprints...
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I want to be what sings to you in the dark.
I want to be the chords you strum on your guitair,
and the words you sing into the night
I want to be the wine that gets you drunk
and the poetry that grabs your heart
I want to be the path you left your footprints...
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speak to me when I cannot hear your words, lonely bedrooms and forgotten fantasies.
I walked along the edge of where the sand meets the sidewalk, I smelled the air drenched in mist and salt, cut my foot on my shoes and I think there's glass in there somewhere but I'm not sure. I think it hurts but I can't remember, shut off a long...
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I walked along the edge of where the sand meets the sidewalk, I smelled the air drenched in mist and salt, cut my foot on my shoes and I think there's glass in there somewhere but I'm not sure. I think it hurts but I can't remember, shut off a long...
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delusion:
well pale_blue_eyes should be home around 9 so i'd say
9:30ish. work for you?
9:30ish. work for you?
Pattern recognition...
If I can't stagger home across the train tracks in 4 inch heels I ain't got no right wearing them.
Get on your knees and sing to me in public, say let's go to Baja and I'll love you, pour water down my throat when I'm dehydrated and hungover, over my head when I'm sunburnt and incoherent, don't make up metaphors and tell...
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If I can't stagger home across the train tracks in 4 inch heels I ain't got no right wearing them.
Get on your knees and sing to me in public, say let's go to Baja and I'll love you, pour water down my throat when I'm dehydrated and hungover, over my head when I'm sunburnt and incoherent, don't make up metaphors and tell...
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witan:
There is no surcease only occassional succor.
tiffanymarie:
Amazing. I find myself green with envy of how well you write.
I'd agree, if you can't stagger home across the train tracks in 4 inch heels then you don't have the right be to be wearing them. Good night sweetie.
I'd agree, if you can't stagger home across the train tracks in 4 inch heels then you don't have the right be to be wearing them. Good night sweetie.
Through me the way to the Dolorous City.
Through me the way to pain everlasting.
Through me the way to the souls of the damned.
By justice was my high Creator moved.
Divine omnipotence created me,
And the highest wisdom, and primal love.
Before me were created only things
Eternal, and eternal I endure.
Abandon all hope, you who enter here.
welcome home girl. I'm...
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Through me the way to pain everlasting.
Through me the way to the souls of the damned.
By justice was my high Creator moved.
Divine omnipotence created me,
And the highest wisdom, and primal love.
Before me were created only things
Eternal, and eternal I endure.
Abandon all hope, you who enter here.
welcome home girl. I'm...
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machiavel:
Yes 
lily:
how are you these days beautiful?
my hands are shaking still.
the paint on my bathroom wall has scratches in it, my sunburn is turning into a tan and every cell in my body is awake and alive.
soon...verily soon...good words, all very good words...
the paint on my bathroom wall has scratches in it, my sunburn is turning into a tan and every cell in my body is awake and alive.
soon...verily soon...good words, all very good words...
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kalischild:
And what does Marla have to say?
"The universe is transformation; our life is what our thoughts make it."
-Marcus Aurelius
-Marcus Aurelius
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rybo:
very true.
trucker_fiction:
"I want to master life and death."
-Ted Bundy
"Madame, I may be drunk, but you are ugly, and in the morning I'll be sober."
-Winston Churchill
-Ted Bundy
"Madame, I may be drunk, but you are ugly, and in the morning I'll be sober."
-Winston Churchill
down to single digits...
sinn666:
are you talking about money?? cause that I can relate to. Kisses to my favorite SG!! 
mathematics:
no, i think she's talking about friends on her friend's list. right fractal? 
Note to self:
Stop drunk dialing.
Stop drunk dialing.
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london:
can i puke on yer shoes again?
yeatsgrave:
http://www.kingsofchaos.com/recruit.php?uniqid=7pgxi5yi
cccould be worse could be doing fat fingered dialing hehehe
cccould be worse could be doing fat fingered dialing hehehe
goodness gracious...
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torque:
someone said good gollyl miss molly. heh heh. only a few of you will know why i care ... (cuz i'm so secretive and all)
kalischild:
What up, drunk-dial girl?
Hugs and trouble, talk to you soon.
(10 days!)
Hugs and trouble, talk to you soon.
(10 days!)
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josephene:
I HEART YOU!!!!
I HEART YOU!!!!
inov8ve:
...one day at a time.
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peggyo:
i want an airgasim!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 
kate:
wow.
id be waaay too scared to do that.
i like the ground too much.
id be waaay too scared to do that.
i like the ground too much.
she sends me...blue valentines...
to mark the anniversary...of someone...that I used to be...
fucking hell.
highs and lows, great nights and then the hangover the morning after, guess we all crash sometime...beach at midnight, someone who makes me blush...I listen to horribly depressing music when I'm happiest...mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head...
My ear is itchy, who's fucking talking shit about...
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to mark the anniversary...of someone...that I used to be...
fucking hell.
highs and lows, great nights and then the hangover the morning after, guess we all crash sometime...beach at midnight, someone who makes me blush...I listen to horribly depressing music when I'm happiest...mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head...
My ear is itchy, who's fucking talking shit about...
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autrix:
Fractycakes! I misses you! ill im you right nows!
samyung:
Between the dunes is a bridge called irony that carries you from self loathing and apathy to solace and joyful laughter. Cross it. The water gets colder as you approach the ocean, but only those that want to see you happy will follow, especially in the brisk midnight air.
[Edited on Jul 12, 2004 4:09PM]
[Edited on Jul 12, 2004 4:09PM]
next moment I'll be lonely
next moment I'll say what won't be my last goodbye
next moment I'll close my eyes
And this the bridge:
I want to be your favorite love song.
I want to be what sings to you in the dark.
I want to be the chords you strum on your guitair,
and the words you sing into the night
I want to be the wine that gets you drunk
and the poetry that grabs your heart
I want to be the path you left your footprints on
but instead I'm the one you did not take
I want to speak to you in your dreams
The others the verses.
Now all you need is a musician that can write a good hook and you've got something.