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Welcome to my little corner of the hole... DON'T TOUCH THAT!!! |
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<-- ME! |
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Full of randomness and coolness!
yea, I suck, shut up... |
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Yes, I have no life, so I am making another web page... Mostly this is going to be poetry, with a few fun links thrown in for giggles... Have fun!! |
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C'mon in, we're |
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Hostel
You make me inherently nervous everything you do and more of what you don't
Never saying a kind word never raising a hand to me has kept me off-kilter out of my groove that is yours anyway
chattering teeth and marked pacing pinprick pupils and raw fingertips are your spoils for undermining my only safe hideout
my head is now yours as well |
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Tinkerbell Me
Like Tinkerbell I need your applause to bring me to life a sort of genetic clapping disorder
maybe if you clap enough I'll turn into a real full-sized girl
with wings on my heart and fairy dust on my fingertips |
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Cream and Sugar
Dear Whoever as if anyone would ever bother reading this shit I mean c'mon useless words on lined and lonley pages are only for my eyes burning with tears and ciggerette smoke
I ran from my hole my whole place of safety only to meet my memories on unfamiliar ground like a war with no home-court advantage
Willing and whittling my hours praying for some temporary lack of conciousness to help me escape from this pattern of bad coffee and even worse love letters. |
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