back, probably not
Miserableit's just a pain uploading things here.
it's all on my xanga if you really care.
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i might come back here though...
i might.
i'm thinking about it.
the end.
Vala and SophieThe string which usually sat on Vala's left hip was looped around her right big toe. The thong dangled against the soft sole of her foot, a washer faded pink. Her left leg flat on the mattress with her right calf resting on her knees, underwear hanging like mistletoe she watched Sophie. Sophie walked around topless eyes shredding the tiny studio into a million and one pieces. "V?" Her chapped lips firmly cemented into each other, Vala made only the slight effort of raising her right eyebrow in response. Sophie got on all fours and stuck her arm under the couch. Vala's underwear swayed under theVala and Sophie
purgatory"you can't write about sadness because you don't know what it is." my cheeks are puffy. your words are hard. the tickle taste of metals flood my mouth and i'm stammering a response. "you don't know what i don't know!" i'm yelling. you're calm. Why? why can you always hold face? you stick your thumbs into your pockets, your palms simply resting on your jeans, shrugging me off again. i 'm at your feet, skirt brushing the ground and arms around my knees. your essence is cold. have you ever choked on the sweetest of summer air? it's like kissing a goddess, it's like suckpurgatory
Icarus, Stupid Dilettantei walked down the center of a yellow line, hands cupped over my jaw as it threatened to fumble, cracked along it's icicle stitches and melting mine, yes, i wanted keep it. this broken piece of mine.Icarus, Stupid Dilettante
And i watched Icarus fall into a glass of lemonade sitting on his back porch. this boy stirred Icarus' flooded lungs, three gallon full to capacity flooded air ways with class and a toothpick.
and i ran to him, words falling, splattering along the pavement with any hop
necrophiliawe’re not surviving of late but no one’s yet been made a checkmate. the party mix music mucus is getting too thicknecrophilia
like the smoke that curls around us
like toxic, uninterested “friends”. (friends, see: accessories) we wear them.
and we can’t get our tongues deep enough, no matter how long and strong no matter the width and breadth of the bong no matter how utterly inebriated - absolutely intoxicated oh we can’t get our tongues deep enough inside to really taste eachother we can’t get deep enough to call eachother’s bluff.
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I couldn't feel you, you always so far away.
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Proud member of D/d.U.T.R.T.W.O.C.H.S.
(Designers/developers United To Rid The Web Of "Click Here" Syndrome)
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< GunShyMartyr > PinkyMcCoversong: o hi asl plz
< PinkyMcCoversong > GunShyMartyr: ask again in a cockney accent
< GunShyMartyr > ELLO daaaahling, what's yah name then. giveus a kiss would ya love? yer eighteen roite?
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It's kat(ie) from MPAW an eternity ago, non?
I'm off to read through your stuff. Yay.
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Why does a person even get up in the morning? You have breakfast, you floss your teeth so you'll have healthy gums in your old age, and then you get in your car and drive down I-10 and die. Life is so stupid I can't stand it. ~Barbara Kingsolver
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oh mr.death catches all someday.
It is meee, Tabby/sugarbabyyyy!
I have missed you oodles, Niaa!
I always wanted to find a way back to MPAW, but I couldn't (i'm minus aol now, i miss it >_<
I miss MPAW too, how is it?
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I want to live where soul meets body.
noobs with no talents and no desire to improve basically run it. they all hate me- i keep them all in check.
X.x so it's hell- in a nutshell
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I want to live where soul meets body.
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