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michelles_sexslv:
just listen... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=924_YgTR6EI
michelles_sexslv:
and proud of it
Hmph. I was surfing teh interwebs and I found this....
PACMAN: The Movie
PACMAN: The Movie
noctem:
Ha!
Ha!
michelles_sexslv:
hehe...always be safe!
hehe...always be safe!
Strapping Young Lad--Love?
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michelles_sexslv:
i had the feeling u would enjoy it. miss piggy is one crazy muppet.haha. have a super duper awesome day!!
Im slowly becoming apathetic to the world
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kg:
they're better than those icky yellow ones. (:
'night.
'night.
meagan:
Me too.
d_day:
Damn straight!
New blog-
go fuck yourself
go fuck yourself
d_day:
That's uhh, interesting.
I'm probably not worth it
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kg:
you're probably wrong.
octegon:
Get reappraised.
When I fall, I fall hard.
My body bruises at your touch,
my ankles bear these lover's scars.
The weight is heavy, but necessary.
You'll never change my ball and chain.
My ball and chain you will remain.
You've always been my ball and chain.
She lingers somewhere I cannot find.
My lover stands upon the shore,
it's me she should be waiting for.
The...
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My body bruises at your touch,
my ankles bear these lover's scars.
The weight is heavy, but necessary.
You'll never change my ball and chain.
My ball and chain you will remain.
You've always been my ball and chain.
She lingers somewhere I cannot find.
My lover stands upon the shore,
it's me she should be waiting for.
The...
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dot:
ima come live with you for a bit i think
octegon:
Which do you think I should go with? I still need to add a white belt, pocket protector and red goatee dye, but it's still a tough call.
Who ever said "Its better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all" obviously has never loved and lost. Thats retarded, its like saying "its better to have survived a car bomb, than to never have been in a car that exploded."
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michelles_sexslv:
it was Lord Alfred Tennyson who wrote that in his poem "In Memoriam".It was written after the death of his dearest friend which made him practically suicidal... but if u want a less "stupid poem" by him then try this one:
"All things will Die"
Clearly the blue river chimes in its flowing
Under my eye;
Warmly and broadly the south winds are blowing
Over the sky.
One after another the white clouds are fleeting;
Every heart this May morning in joyance is beating
Full merrily;
Yet all things must die.
The stream will cease to flow;
The wind will cease to blow;
The clouds will cease to fleet;
The heart will cease to beat;
For all things must die.
All things must die.
Spring will come never more.
O, vanity!
Death waits at the door.
See! our friends are all forsaking
The wine and the merrymaking.
We are call'd-we must go.
Laid low, very low,
In the dark we must lie.
The merry glees are still;
The voice of the bird
Shall no more be heard,
Nor the wind on the hill.
O, misery!
Hark! death is calling
While I speak to ye,
The jaw is falling,
The red cheek paling,
The strong limbs failing;
Ice with the warm blood mixing;
The eyeballs fixing.
Nine times goes the passing bell:
Ye merry souls, farewell.
The old earth
Had a birth,
As all men know,
Long ago.
And the old earth must die.
So let the warm winds range,
And the blue wave beat the shore;
For even and morn
Ye will never see
Thro' eternity.
All things were born.
Ye will come never more,
For all things must die.
"All things will Die"
Clearly the blue river chimes in its flowing
Under my eye;
Warmly and broadly the south winds are blowing
Over the sky.
One after another the white clouds are fleeting;
Every heart this May morning in joyance is beating
Full merrily;
Yet all things must die.
The stream will cease to flow;
The wind will cease to blow;
The clouds will cease to fleet;
The heart will cease to beat;
For all things must die.
All things must die.
Spring will come never more.
O, vanity!
Death waits at the door.
See! our friends are all forsaking
The wine and the merrymaking.
We are call'd-we must go.
Laid low, very low,
In the dark we must lie.
The merry glees are still;
The voice of the bird
Shall no more be heard,
Nor the wind on the hill.
O, misery!
Hark! death is calling
While I speak to ye,
The jaw is falling,
The red cheek paling,
The strong limbs failing;
Ice with the warm blood mixing;
The eyeballs fixing.
Nine times goes the passing bell:
Ye merry souls, farewell.
The old earth
Had a birth,
As all men know,
Long ago.
And the old earth must die.
So let the warm winds range,
And the blue wave beat the shore;
For even and morn
Ye will never see
Thro' eternity.
All things were born.
Ye will come never more,
For all things must die.
michelles_sexslv:
shit i typed his name bckwards alfred lord tennyson... f it.
"Never refuse an invitation, never resist the unfamiliar, never fail to be polite and never outstay the welcome. Just keep your mind open and suck in the experience. And if it hurts, you know what? It's probably worth it."
--Words to live by
--Words to live by
kg:
thanks for the preview. it didn't disappoint.
(:
(: