back to the real world, where you can trust no one
the sounds of your sneakers on broken glass
and the steady thump of fists on flesh and bone
make up the beat that is the soundtrack to our lives
the smell of pepper spray and bloody noses
and the scream of sirens and flashing lights
creating the ambiance
home is where the hurt is...
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on top of that earlier lighter fare i posted, i would also like to post something else, lighter than i'm typically capable of...
i've just remembered what it's like, to love, unconditionally, even after being neglected, abused, used,abandoned, and otherwise broken into little bits not fit for human existence, i'm still in love, madly, for all the right reasons, and from all the right...
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on top of that earlier lighter fare i posted, i would also like to post something else, lighter than i'm typically capable of...
i've just remembered what it's like, to love, unconditionally, even after being neglected, abused, used,abandoned, and otherwise broken into little bits not fit for human existence, i'm still in love, madly, for all the right reasons, and from all the right...
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rydell:
loved your video too by the way..that is too damn cute!!
trishyrishyroo:
adorable.
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vertebra:
your dog is the cutest 
shaine:
i know you just posted those to get the ladies
totally understandable
cheater
totally understandable
cheater
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katalina:
That tunnel reminds me of Anthem. Read it.
"We have stolen glass vials and powers and acids fro nte Home of the Scholars. now we sit in the tunnel for three hours each night and we study. We melt strange metals, and we mix acids, we cut open bodies of animals which we find in the City Cesspool.....Tomorrow, in the full light of day, we shall take our box, and leave our tunnel open, and walk thorugh the streets to the Home of the Scholars. We shall put before them the greatest gift ever offered to men. We shall tell them the trught. We shall hand to them, as our confession, ehese pages we have written. We shall join our hands to theirs, and we shall work together, with the power of the sky, for the glory of mankind. our blessing upon you, our borthers!
"We have stolen glass vials and powers and acids fro nte Home of the Scholars. now we sit in the tunnel for three hours each night and we study. We melt strange metals, and we mix acids, we cut open bodies of animals which we find in the City Cesspool.....Tomorrow, in the full light of day, we shall take our box, and leave our tunnel open, and walk thorugh the streets to the Home of the Scholars. We shall put before them the greatest gift ever offered to men. We shall tell them the trught. We shall hand to them, as our confession, ehese pages we have written. We shall join our hands to theirs, and we shall work together, with the power of the sky, for the glory of mankind. our blessing upon you, our borthers!
jamila:
I love that picture.
so, apparently, the worst is over. for now. it's gonna be pins and needles through eggshells that we'll be living on for the rest of the summer, and, so many people are super-fucked in a major way, that it will be a long time recovery process. the university here is still trying to figure out if they can be open for the fall semester.
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rydell:
hey youve been MIA lately mate...how is everything there
ryn:
Hope you'll be ok. I've been running around the country avoiding the Midwest since it all happened, but I'll be back next week to see the disastrous results. Where are you?
yeah, that's real, and it's in the backyard. it's gonna rain again tonight. all night.
also, there's supposed to be another one of these coming through again tonight too...
it will be preceded by something not entirely unlike this...
fucking sweet.
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rydell:
so has the storm calmed down there yet?
these would've been almost solely for vinny. if he was still here...
(too few people, appreciate cross genre fuck-mash, and what it means, to live in at least, two worlds at once)
rydell:
Man the first song so reminded me of this one..they sounds similar at the beginning
tart:
thank you. a thousand of them.
i did eat today. a steak sangwich from some place in midtown. i realized ive been a circumstantial vegetarian since i got here. huh.
oh no...flooding. are you safe? is your neighborhood ok?
i did eat today. a steak sangwich from some place in midtown. i realized ive been a circumstantial vegetarian since i got here. huh.
oh no...flooding. are you safe? is your neighborhood ok?
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skully:
pill cereal!
amira:
i can't sleep. i thought i'd say hi.
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rydell:
cool vid hun!
shaine:
your pretty sick 
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tart:
does the gf know about the side dishes? are you not exclusive?
ugh. im too inside my own head. its annoying.
ugh. im too inside my own head. its annoying.
tart:
needs need to be met. i get that. and more often than not, all needs cant be met by one person. not forever, at least. monogamy is a double-edged sword. and it's tough. real tough.
i wish i could do something to ensure you a way to a happier existence. cause i would do it.
i wish i could do something to ensure you a way to a happier existence. cause i would do it.
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merlowe:
Well I am now 37 and if it helps at all the older you get the less you give a shit!!!
tart:
goddammit.
tart:
omg i was impressed with your skills in paying attention to detail. yay! cake! (its a retard joke)
thanks for wishing me well. i certainly feel the furthest from a badass than ive ever felt, being here, that's for sure.
my butt is lonely for it's butt-soul-mate.=(
thanks for wishing me well. i certainly feel the furthest from a badass than ive ever felt, being here, that's for sure.
my butt is lonely for it's butt-soul-mate.=(
im hellbent on replacing the sad fucking memories with happy fucking memories..stat.
ugh. the smell of bloody noses. that one brought me back.