from where i now stand
view obscured, my thoughts like a
winding country road
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from where i now stand
view obscured, my thoughts like a
winding country road
joining all as one
mothers, the glue of the soul
peaceful gentle smile
ugh, dislike
usb mice?
cant stop the feeling
uncontrolled synapse reflex
restless legs syndrome
round and round in space
no end to the tedious
repetitiveness
5731 .. um.. ew ^^
yes, if the friend were important enough to me. i dont have to like his/her choices to be supportive of them.
would you ever wear this at your wedding? or for the guys.. marry a woman wearing...
wow what an amazing gift!! that's a friend to treasure, one who can hunt for good bargains and knows you well enough to pick just the right bargain for you!
happy birthday and congrats again on...
dislike.. i mean, i pay the same price, i want the same service
how bout those little change dispensers, where the clerk doesnt have to touch your change, but just type in how much you gave...
can accommodate
must allow all free thinking
first amendment right
based on shades of grey
make no choice without contrast
allow fence sitting
love! blended with coconut syrup and ice ftw :D
cellphones?
one man's behaviour
shape destiny or waste air
make your choice, live it
that's why i wear shades
flashing iris searing light
image burned aside
and thank you kaz :)
your understanding
random empathy, worthless
without a focus
colors in concert
rainbows twisted, scattered
prayers for the blind
wherefore art thou love?
eyes stare unseeing. please wont
you, say something nice
watching the rain pound
such peace in such violence
start fresh, once again?
candles should be lit
underestimate power
of secret shadows
enjoy the cool night air
fires burn bright, smoke clouds your eyes
bittersweet pleasure
oh, please dont ask why
the numbers still dont add up
im in trouble deep
Sorry if you're tired
take a nap and regroup for
the next round will hurt
dark melancholy
contrasts like bruised ivory skin
with my hopeful soul
the clouds are crying
weeping tears of clean pure
sadness. freshly brewed
Beer Beer! Give Us BEER!!
I've not got an addictive
personality