Thursday Jan 22, 2004

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im tired of hurting, im tired of fighting, im sick of struggling, my voice undying; i bite my tongue, i seal my lips, im holding back my fingertips from grazing cheeks and soft, smooth skin, to tell you the truth of how it begins my journey in life, my claim to fame, from rhyme to reason, the wind in the rain, the mind will race...
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propernoun:
Here's hoping you got very drunk today.
elle:
That writing is exquisite. I love prosepoetry. I do hope that it is your own... but if it is not, kudos on finding a dank piece of work.

You were the first person to email me about my set. You are henceforth awesome forever.

And of course you are a Taurus. You know all the good ones are! (Scorpii are crazy fuckers and are only dated for a good mindfuck every now and again tongue )

I hope to talk to yr face soon, mister rhymeypants miao!!