Saturday Dec 07, 2002

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Clear Your Tears. And Dry Your Eyes. We Live In Fear. And Drunken Lies. Douse The Flames. Of Evil Dawning. The Cold Blade Falls. On Misty Morning.
And For Their Sins. We Live and Die. The Angel Cowers. In Blackened Skies. So Take My Hand , And Walk Again. We'll Take a Walk Through Yellow Rain

[She's Calling, Just Calling...]

So Now's The Time. We Hear The Calling. While Lovers Feast. By Mirrored Pools. A Million Cries. From Shattered Faces. We Dance The Tune.To The Pipes of Gold.
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solisis:
What i meant by that is i wouldn't recognize any actresses or stars or whatever, so you could easily put up a picture of... say... SANDRA BULLOCK or that useless NO DOUBT girl and i would fall for the ruse.

you look rather doll like in your picture, and thus, quite attractive. complimentive, that's all.
solisis:
Dolls are regularly broken. This makes us all dolls without exception. seems we all have been at least cracked in our time. but dolls don't cry so what does it matter?

my callous relief of virginity sucked as well. i wouldn't change that besause for a long time i held onto it like a token or something. uselessly, that is since relations seem to give some kind of purpose for this otherwise devoid existance we all feign . some day i might actually learn to enjoy the act of sexual congress... i'm sure it's possible.

none the less.....

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