quasi_sean:
only one pic
quasi_sean:
not for teh weak at heart
Lonely teardrops for all your sad, unloved issues
that given the chance I could forsee them becoming
a great song that will be translated into fifty-hundred
languages.
you need to realize that majical computers will never take the spirit from the lovely weooden typewriters of the past...... . . SSSSSLOOO BOYS...OH the years behind us.
and what to do with those disrepectful apathetic--
BRATS!ASSHOLES!CHEAPBUMMINGOFFTHEIR FAMILIES...
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that given the chance I could forsee them becoming
a great song that will be translated into fifty-hundred
languages.
you need to realize that majical computers will never take the spirit from the lovely weooden typewriters of the past...... . . SSSSSLOOO BOYS...OH the years behind us.
and what to do with those disrepectful apathetic--
BRATS!ASSHOLES!CHEAPBUMMINGOFFTHEIR FAMILIES...
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chanel:
heheheee.
Youve made me laugh out loud so hard my sides hurt.
I gotta go pick him up. now.
I will come back and write a sexy new email. and I mean....sexxxy.
bahaha.
Youve made me laugh out loud so hard my sides hurt.
I gotta go pick him up. now.
I will come back and write a sexy new email. and I mean....sexxxy.
bahaha.
jen:
sean you are the hottest mothafucka to ever post a naked picture on the internet.
he hopes you understand. it's 6 o' clock in the morning where he's calling your name out to the sun that still hides behind the downtown buildings.
open his eyes (slow) peel back the smiles and metaphors that are leaving these burns on his arms as he holds a shaky hand over the paper--trying to write the letter--this poem to her who once loved him...
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open his eyes (slow) peel back the smiles and metaphors that are leaving these burns on his arms as he holds a shaky hand over the paper--trying to write the letter--this poem to her who once loved him...
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happycherries:
Amazing! Sean you are so talented! That brought tears to my eyes. I hope that this is an outlet for you as well as a talent. Does it make you feel beter to write about it?? I hope so. 
sorrowsjoy:
Tanks for your comment sweetie--It was one of the few things I wrote at that age--I know where it came from but when I read again after all these years I was surprised at well it sounded LOL because my later stuff wasn't half as good--*hugs*--Love you sweetie
Lexi
Lexi
the moon was four hrs. from standing when i sat on the driveway w/her and she begged me not to go but the Catholic scream came from nowhere and suddenly I found myself trapped in brick walls screaming to the sun that snuck in thru transparent curtains while i watched the mentally challenged sling their shit at the hospital guards and played Nintendo like he...
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adia:
if you look for where you're grave will lie
you only accept death
don't mark yourself for dead so soon
as there are people here who need your words...and they only come from you...
aDia
you only accept death
don't mark yourself for dead so soon
as there are people here who need your words...and they only come from you...
aDia
terribleshy:
I love the "new" style- I'm addicted! And besides, what kind of vacation is that? 
understand there is a reason for all of this.
no sleep, sweaty sex in teh drunken hrs. after bar hopping back and forth making motions taking shots sore throats and agony held in brown paper bags the far-gone are stumbling around like zombies with a purpose strange folks wake up on your early morning sofa there are gallons of water in your throat and covering...
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no sleep, sweaty sex in teh drunken hrs. after bar hopping back and forth making motions taking shots sore throats and agony held in brown paper bags the far-gone are stumbling around like zombies with a purpose strange folks wake up on your early morning sofa there are gallons of water in your throat and covering...
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kr1ssyk1tty:
Move away???? like to Seattle????? 
Your so smart i want to slap you
Your so smart i want to slap you
chanel:
I hope you call tonight.
everything can be captured in tears.
cut.
cut.
CUT.
i'm out
once again...everyone go tell x_obscure_x how awesome she is.
cut.
cut.
CUT.
i'm out
once again...everyone go tell x_obscure_x how awesome she is.
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sorrowsjoy:
Hmmm someone told me to tell you your the shit LOL --Hope your doing well *hugs* --Love you sweetie
--Hope your doing well *hugs* --Love you sweetie
fiesty:
thanks sweetie!! 
Hope you have a wonderful day today!!!
Hope you have a wonderful day today!!! high above the avenues
and we're making sense now
all around the midnite taking pills for our problems
seems silly
when there's nothing on the ground
worth buying
let alone
the escape route is
so much fun
and i'll hang a neck snap
or you can hold me under the water
smiling back at me
as i taste your fingers
and you taste my life...
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and we're making sense now
all around the midnite taking pills for our problems
seems silly
when there's nothing on the ground
worth buying
let alone
the escape route is
so much fun
and i'll hang a neck snap
or you can hold me under the water
smiling back at me
as i taste your fingers
and you taste my life...
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sorrowsjoy:
Veryyyy nice sweetie as usual--I like writing that creates a picture reel in my head--But then again I'm easy Hope your doing well sweetie *hugs*--Love ya and can't wait for the next
Lexi
Hope your doing well sweetie *hugs*--Love ya and can't wait for the next
Lexi
yuriel:
- hell is other people
Jean Sartre.
yup
<3
Jean Sartre.
yup
<3
undo these chapters that define a life
spent wasted
in seperate worlds we'll meet
holding our heads in our hands
like offering
and off w/the eyes of the simple poems.
musical notes are tattoos on our temples.
i'll be free from intrusion where i can sit beside the water, counting waves off my fingers until the silhouettes bleed & digging at a scab that takes...
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spent wasted
in seperate worlds we'll meet
holding our heads in our hands
like offering
and off w/the eyes of the simple poems.
musical notes are tattoos on our temples.
i'll be free from intrusion where i can sit beside the water, counting waves off my fingers until the silhouettes bleed & digging at a scab that takes...
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pandamonium:
that has become my new mission in life
the funniest thing about that? it was the 69th comment on my journal
the funniest thing about that? it was the 69th comment on my journal
x_obscure_x:
TINA YOU FAT LARD - EAT SOME DINNER!
TINA YOU FAT LARD - EAT SOME DINNER!
i'll hold my breath
while you undress me
in the dark
and send shivers to my brain
while the television screams
familiar sounds
from tomorow
and holding you
nude
like a gift
that i shouldn't be worthy to kiss
the sheets begin to curl like waves
when you say my name
w/your teeth clenched
on my neck
and i'm alive in your arms
no clouds,...
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while you undress me
in the dark
and send shivers to my brain
while the television screams
familiar sounds
from tomorow
and holding you
nude
like a gift
that i shouldn't be worthy to kiss
the sheets begin to curl like waves
when you say my name
w/your teeth clenched
on my neck
and i'm alive in your arms
no clouds,...
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ragdoll96923:
I ALREADY HAVE 2 GANGS THERE.
SORRY FOR THE CAPS. I'M TOO LAZY TO FIX IT NOW THAT I'VE GOTTEN THIS FAR.
SORRY FOR THE CAPS. I'M TOO LAZY TO FIX IT NOW THAT I'VE GOTTEN THIS FAR.
x_obscure_x:
Hope you sleep well and have an okay day at work tomorrow -kisses your nose while you sleep- Thank you for making me happy on a shitty day. Which you do a lot. 
let's lite candles
in celebration
of the perfect goodbye
& make snow angels
in August
while memories die
and cremate the entire
rest of this lie
for me...and you...and all of us
these horrible journals
are written in stone
a deliberate refuge
to die all alone
watch these years turn to minutes
and distorting the tone
of a sympathy cry in the morning
we shall...
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in celebration
of the perfect goodbye
& make snow angels
in August
while memories die
and cremate the entire
rest of this lie
for me...and you...and all of us
these horrible journals
are written in stone
a deliberate refuge
to die all alone
watch these years turn to minutes
and distorting the tone
of a sympathy cry in the morning
we shall...
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happycherries:
good but kinda spooky
chanel:
There he goes. One of God's own prototypes. Some kind of high powered mutant never even considered for mass production. Too weird to live, and too rare to die.
I like that.
I like that.
there are reasons
for maniacal laughter
and tears that stain your cheeks
in trails--
when they leap from your eyes
to shatter
on the pavement
there i sit in the comfort
of insanity's mansion
drugged and drooling
my woes
to the only friends
that i cannot remember now
in here
time has no meaning
like hrs.
will be spent in depression
reflections of a pain...
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for maniacal laughter
and tears that stain your cheeks
in trails--
when they leap from your eyes
to shatter
on the pavement
there i sit in the comfort
of insanity's mansion
drugged and drooling
my woes
to the only friends
that i cannot remember now
in here
time has no meaning
like hrs.
will be spent in depression
reflections of a pain...
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drewseph:
if i may inquire, how's the vegan thang going? I was stumbling across the veggie board and am in a situation very similar to yours (veggie goin' vegan). Speaking of similar situations, i seem to be erriley like yourself: veggie who smokes and drinks, makes pizzas (i rock the wood fired oven) and i've been known to fling the pen as well in my days....
Jazz jive loose
Let bebop reverberate
Harsh tea glowing
Swill fire burning
Between the lips
of beat adolescents
Spastic tar inhalations
Free tense zombie frames now wired hot.
Make sweet lovey eyes
Split second transmission
without so much as a whisper.
lost acquaintances now relinquished
make madman talk
impulsively improv ed prophecies
assorted minds blended together
under the chaos of a singular ceiling
tick-tock time evaporates
come again under the next beat, blue moon
happy belated
Jazz jive loose
Let bebop reverberate
Harsh tea glowing
Swill fire burning
Between the lips
of beat adolescents
Spastic tar inhalations
Free tense zombie frames now wired hot.
Make sweet lovey eyes
Split second transmission
without so much as a whisper.
lost acquaintances now relinquished
make madman talk
impulsively improv ed prophecies
assorted minds blended together
under the chaos of a singular ceiling
tick-tock time evaporates
come again under the next beat, blue moon
happy belated