Wednesday Sep 15, 2004

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There was no tombstone to mark his place.
I only remember his pale, blood treaked face.
Yearning to put my fingers through his blood matted hair,
Although he's dead, should I dare?.
The living may have breathing on their side,
but when I have to leave, he's never cried.
I have to go now, but I will come back soon.
I promise to return before the next moon.
My friends say "Stop your obsession with the dead."
But night after night I return to his bed.
When I see that there is no one around
I take my nightly journey, six feet underground.
You see this as a sickness in a sick girls mind
but have you found true love like my one of a kind?



Wont be on for a few days Heading to PA for some Elmo hell with my kids.

Daliyah I love you girlie.
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mistress_m:
Happy Weekend, Kid smile ARRR!!! ARRR!!! smile biggrin biggrin
dx927:
i went to sesame place once in the summer of 88. i went with my mom, my aunt, her son, my cousin and her daughter. it was a long bus ride from nyc all the way to whatever city that was in pa. when we got there, they informed us that they had not received their shipment of ice for the day and any drink that they served had to be served warm. since they're an educational park and such, they had no soda but only juice. i failed to mention earlier that this was the hottest day of the summer (i think july or august.) we lived for the entire day on frozen lemonade slushie things which they still luckily had. i don't remember too much about rides and such, just that it was a miserable experience all around.

the weird thing is the only thing i really remember about that day was that there was a pit stop on the way there and i purchased a 20 ounce 7-up gold from a convenient store. 50 points to anyone who remember that drink and what it was lol.

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