kickinglovers

Made off;
Dont stray;
Well, my kinds your kind;
Ill stay the same!
Pack up;
Dont stray;
Oh say, say, say;
Oh say, say, say!

Wait! They dont love you like I love you;




i am only seeing things differently because i was thrown in. caught and slipped. stung. without warning. and now, it has begun. the testing me. watching across a dancefloor as some...
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mostly you know, it is the feeling of it all (this is the colour of love). that is preduced, endorphines of a phenominal amount. that fact i am quite in love with. i find it odd, that we both stare at each other so very much.

it is just a shame that there is the complication from the neighbour.

frown. a frown.

I would like...
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What a mass destructive relationship. It was said "dear, I am positively terrified of the car crash which is infact ourselves". (In an astute definition of the possible wonderful of course). The afluent prescise knowhow of what we are slowly evolving into is dawning on us like a hurricane breaking it's first shards of green bottled glass. The splinters cut and sting, small slips of...
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because. today is. an F day.
and that is just appropriate.

what will do you intend to do today?.. buy a fan?

archers, lemonade and some orange juice. menthol cigarettes and smudged kisses. she is quite immaculate.
we listen to metric, and discuss. it was a compliment day.

because it is burgerking dear. that is why.


(first there were the small house.)

today, we created...
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metric - succexy.

invasion's so succexy.


obsolete in precise. a written form of conversion towards feeling like those without greater shallow pelt. difficultly mislead with a wool of string wrapped around the twigs and snags ahead. following the read tape as my feet shrug with compliance.
//
far too compliant really. i'm stolen again for another appearance in the life of *.
//
today i...
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stood. with conscious. i have never seen anything like this before. nor felt. a stir. so full and writhing.it leaves me with only words for her. it is almost sickening. how perfect we could be. be slow be slow. softly softly. i don't know how to explain. it's a secret, i don't think anyone else could understand. and i am left.. without a tie.

Friday the 8th.
we were to visit london for the day.
Thursday the 7th.
i was mad as hell for the inconsiderates and timing.
she was going to go on this day. to see a friend.
she didn't.
Friday the 8th.
i got up at 5am to catch my train to her home place.

I came home today.
my mood is unsettling.
and i am...
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This sucks in. Crushlike and sugary. A flattered moment. Springing my heart up on top of all the scene. I am. This is very. So maybe. What to do with a realisation that could change existance. We did it. It smells like candy. A rush of falling uninterupted moments between 4 and 7. Jealous theives. She has stolen me. I. Captured her. This is. Nothing,...
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Thursday evening promptly after the wonderous fantastic gig. We left our triangle seat. Walked through the town jumping from every available platform. Flipflops prevented much impressive action at 3am. Along to the lock..where a row boat was waiting ever so patiently. My Famous 5 nature exclaimed 'let's steal it and go for a trip'.. And off.. we.. went.
I became the captain (naturally) and my...
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The whole world's fighting over your smile.
Can you be?
Won only by fashion,
a rollerskating triumph; through streets and
cardboard warehouses.
That ..would have sense adapt.

There I saw you
you were maybe
standing for the camera with your smile beside your -.
There we disapproved acknowledgement
A sacremental offering to those who rule the school.
(Glittering merchandise sold by your ego, bought and...
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