It is a black and white dream.
Everything is vague-not what it seems.
The salt has infected the wound-lips cracked and bleeding.
This is your life.
Did you ask for this?
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I am in the mood, writing my pain.
Red Stripe has done it again.
I did not need that edge, but it does push me in the direction.
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Anyone up listening to...
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Everything is vague-not what it seems.
The salt has infected the wound-lips cracked and bleeding.
This is your life.
Did you ask for this?
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I am in the mood, writing my pain.
Red Stripe has done it again.
I did not need that edge, but it does push me in the direction.
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Anyone up listening to...
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Sleeping pills, espresso, seminar paper, insanity.
What an afternoon.
What an afternoon.
jakeypooh:
hey, i know you.... 
I could go for some tea.
messyjessy:
Hola fellow Macombian...welcome to the site
messyjessy:
Edit: double post 
[Edited on Nov 20, 2005 1:29AM]
[Edited on Nov 20, 2005 1:29AM]
The wind has blown down my door.
A man is standing there confused, lost.
He is not looking for me.
This lonely girl has no visitors.
A man is standing there confused, lost.
He is not looking for me.
This lonely girl has no visitors.
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sligo:
Hello from the girl with no visitors. 
janemillicent:
No visitors, that's terrible! Consider this the cyber equivalent of me dropping in for a chat, a cup of tea and a biscuit.
Not feeling well.
en beteg.
en beteg.
How is everyone?
honsolo:
doing ok up but always in this state of awakeness at this time
oxy:
well at least your ok.
Blue Moon on my lips.
What an evening.
What an evening.
The words are stuck at my finger tips.
Release all thoughts.
Wine has never tasted so good.
Release all thoughts.
Wine has never tasted so good.
grumpyoldbastard:
WELCOME TO SG 
sligo:
Blue Moon on my lips.
What an evening.
What an evening.
First Journal Entry.
A Vampire has stolen my lungs.
Breathing is hard to do.
A Vampire has stolen my lungs.
Breathing is hard to do.