so i have been way too lazy lately, sitting around way too much. starting tomorrow i plan to flip this trend and make time to fight myself back into good shape. who's with me? anyone in the area we could knock out a few miles miking if your down. the snow will melt soon, bikes, boats unicycle skates (ice or street) feet you name it...
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nakeddreamer:
If your ever in Jersey let me know. I go clubbing Thursday -Sunday... Believe it or not I'll be working taking pictures... but once I have 75 pics I can party! It take me an hour to get those pics! The rest are just for fun.
so my answer to the most painful tattoo is stil the backs of the knees. one day i'll put up pictures but i have had some work go into that region before and it was not the best feeling. last night i outlined my skulls and bombs, the girl skull sits across the top of the cap little coming down, but the bombs hug the...
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missshell:
you know im gonna pester you to see a picture!
i love polkadot bows...mmmm
happy valentines day cutie
i love polkadot bows...mmmm
happy valentines day cutie
missshell:
aww you/re the best!!!
i fucking love the girlskull
the bow is perfect
love it!
i fucking love the girlskull
the bow is perfect
love it!
so under my skulls i think i'm gonna drop some bombs along the each side of my knee this would tie my thigh and calf together and i'd have 3/4 of my leg from toe to waist covered. lacking only the outside and back of the thigh, which is being covered by my pirate ship.
missshell:
photos please!
i started to coverup some work fomr when i was 15. it feels good to lose that and feel new for a moment. tomorrow i start my boy and girls skulls hooray. something new maybe i'll finish it. i realized i have no truly finished pieces. wierd.
this is mad old but i feel like dropping it.
I sacrifice myself on the altar of her ego
While her alter ego licked me from cock to throat with sandpaper tongues
In hopes of smoothing rough edges
Swallowed her whispers and tried to digest her sarcastic sentences
That spoke with kaleidoscope meanings
She hoped to lobotomize my imagination
So my mind would no longer...
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I sacrifice myself on the altar of her ego
While her alter ego licked me from cock to throat with sandpaper tongues
In hopes of smoothing rough edges
Swallowed her whispers and tried to digest her sarcastic sentences
That spoke with kaleidoscope meanings
She hoped to lobotomize my imagination
So my mind would no longer...
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madi:
I love it.
joenobody:
Naugatuck? we're neighbors!
all i ever need is that stranger to ask for another light with a smile. i could live in her lips.
laceyk:
Awwww!
if today was a fruit is would a be a grapefruit. yes a grapefruit.
madi:
Is that a good thing?
[Edited on Feb 07, 2006 7:47PM]
[Edited on Feb 07, 2006 7:47PM]
atalanta:
sour grapefruit, or sweet grapefruit? or both?
i feel broken, not in some lame meloncholy look at me im suicidal way just in a god how i just want to sleep, enter a coma for a month and awake to problems having solved themselves, way. the weights are piling around my ankles and im tiring out soon i won't be able to kepe this head above water. god i need to kick...
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madi:
I wrote this when I was broken. Maybe it will help, however you need it.
Hate, Fear, love, and longing
Tangled, strangled in a heartless spiders web,
Empty, silent, alone, and still
A vacant room, a motionless body
Bursting to scream unspoken emotions
Dark, cold, damp, and dead
No light, no sound, no will to live
Grey eyes, swollen and weary from acid tears,
Stare blankly into the stale darkness
In hope of something real, anything,
A light, to lift this cloud of loathing
All inspired by the lack of
Hate, Fear, love, and longing
Tangled, strangled in a heartless spiders web,
Empty, silent, alone, and still
A vacant room, a motionless body
Bursting to scream unspoken emotions
Dark, cold, damp, and dead
No light, no sound, no will to live
Grey eyes, swollen and weary from acid tears,
Stare blankly into the stale darkness
In hope of something real, anything,
A light, to lift this cloud of loathing
All inspired by the lack of
mattbavougian:
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Thank you.
If you are a professional piercer (not an apprentice), please email me through my contact tab.
Please give me the following information:
1: Name I can ask for you by if I call you at work.
2: Where you work (and website if available))
3: Contact info for where you work.
4: When is a good time to contact you at work. ( I will call before letting you in the group)
If you have any concerns about providing me with this information, contact me, and we can discuss options.
Thank you.
so it turned out to be anothe rbullshit birfday. drama stacked on top of drama. blah blah blah i hate sounding sorry for myself so here is something else. a stream of consciousness.
this is what i want this is the sweet escape of coke lines and razor blades shaping harden moments into better tomorrows today i feel lost but maps have been drawn along...
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this is what i want this is the sweet escape of coke lines and razor blades shaping harden moments into better tomorrows today i feel lost but maps have been drawn along...
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madi:
Is it your birthday? If so sorry it sucked.
I love the way you write, beautiful, but sad.
I wanted to ask you, what is your real name?
Isn't the sword of damocles an myth about a sword hanging by a strand of hair?
Tell me, I'm curious now.
I love the way you write, beautiful, but sad.
I wanted to ask you, what is your real name?
Isn't the sword of damocles an myth about a sword hanging by a strand of hair?
Tell me, I'm curious now.
captblacktoe:
oh my fucking god i am a bad speller, i think i just struggle to keep up with thought.
so it's officially my birthday. the only thing that is gonna get me through another one is whiskey, a couple of good cigars, and a little bukowski mixed with celena glenn..
Celena Glenn-
i feel like chicken tonight
grease fried in this bread and butter life
Celena Glenn-
i feel like chicken tonight
grease fried in this bread and butter life
amphetamine:
Happy birthday! Mmm, whiskey.
random memory.
I remember holding kev's foot headlamp falling off razor blade clutched between canines, searching for cactus needles trapped by his inability to wear anything but sandals. flames licking my back fingers sliding over his callused heels wishing he was a she and this foot was soft much softer. the cry of drunkards echoing through the night dying for my tent and maybe someone...
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I remember holding kev's foot headlamp falling off razor blade clutched between canines, searching for cactus needles trapped by his inability to wear anything but sandals. flames licking my back fingers sliding over his callused heels wishing he was a she and this foot was soft much softer. the cry of drunkards echoing through the night dying for my tent and maybe someone...
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atalanta:
Thank you for your comments. You make very good points. The truth is, I dont know what I would do in the face of violence. I haven't ever been put in a truely dangerous situation. I guess you never know untill you are tested.
atalanta:
what are you frustrated about? I would love to see what poems you wanted to share
I slit my wrists and bleed words upon the page
To make more personal messages
Like SOS signs from friends who main line liquid skies
Lost in boiling seas that fill spoons
Looking longingly from rim to rim
I understand thats far too great a distance
To swim all at once
But every shot drops you back in the middle
To swim in a different...
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To make more personal messages
Like SOS signs from friends who main line liquid skies
Lost in boiling seas that fill spoons
Looking longingly from rim to rim
I understand thats far too great a distance
To swim all at once
But every shot drops you back in the middle
To swim in a different...
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