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She's not tired, so she insists on being awake
but definitely not the warlight coming from the other room..
She trades nonsense for familiar fame,
Herself to call out another [another.. [name
Be drunk on eachother when I say
'Riddle me this'

Drop beats to the heat of person to person..
Kiss your tongue a liquor bottle,
at least three)or(two on a birthday night
what cause for celebration...

Fuck yeah, eighteen..
I know the age dosen't change a thing but maybe they will
they will leave me alone,
to fuck up on my own..
little splinter, little mistake on a tabletop of someotherperfect

She's not sleeping, mister WalkThisWay
-and a Buddha but you're not going to remember what you said
to_night so why spread chills, like teeth on taste...
Don't let you go, I hope you don't want that
my pretty little lover

all i want

techno mothers,
I don't care what song you'd love me to sing to you or her..

vomit carpet,
sleep in little girls piss
only this little girl looks like a little boy
so why crack a fist? onMyarm

maybe that's where the cut came from
. . .

Why do you call trance-inducing shit on a crooked sidewalk,
for walking crooked-sideways... Poetry?
You can be told love me,
but my words are all for you..
purpose|driven forTherecord

nothing changes that,
nothing will make it different..
except silver nails, silver lining

'Riddle me that'

I say, you say but it dosen't really matter anyways..
not to you, my
this is not to you
if you can see
the sober

the sobber

Beginning to breath and take shape on the holes
in each and every single one of your bones
...

Hold, to stretch the O on my tongue and make
every sentence sound particularily magnificent I should stop speaking
of something that I cannot touch..
Riddles, tired of them all..
not the pretty little phrases
but the missing piece of I in me.
tired of sleeping, is she?

"you're still got some time to show them
....///... to do it your way, spread the religion"




i think i will
will i think i
will show them
i will




alcohol really does change you
fuck it, wino
[heartinside]


He puts the glass to his certain lips, and sips..
the perfect gentleman.



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On Thursday December 1st, 2005, Rone4611 (157) writes:
riddle me this, and riddle me that... very cool. The "I think I will" stanza was really... really... really devine. I just want to record every word and lay on the floor with my else closed and listen to it... its like music. what ambience =)


On Wednesday November 30th, 2005, evolve (2229) writes:
..oh..my..fucking..god. Shit. It's gorgeous to have you back.. and this read in little shivers under the flesh.. you're amazing.. and no one can do this like you.. superb.


On Wednesday November 30th, 2005, K_Love (691) writes:
Softly beautiful. No words could describe the beauty of this. Magnificent you are. Yes.. Welcome back!!


On Wednesday November 30th, 2005, blue (1749) writes:
Far too long Pinky... far too long. ♥ ~b


On Wednesday November 30th, 2005, blue (1749) writes:
=) ok, im totally retarded now.. :P what words I could muster have been thrown to the winds! Love you , miss you!! and welcome back, its been far too long! ~b



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