

literature of things wishedI breathe in the 17th and exhale the 31st.literature of things wished
September makes me feel the weight of August promises that never come.
You just never come, unless it's your birthday, you sing for me and look at me, and turn around and walk from me.
You drive your life west again and sing for them and look at them and meet her there and marry her.
The third came a pretty noise, the one that said this would be it. And i sit here and play your voice
for the miles that hold us apart.
I drove down to miami and prayed on those steps, from decem
Devious Comments
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"It's good for everybody to hurt somebody once in a while.
The things I do to people I love shouldn't be allowed."
-A.D.
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Time u enjoy wasting is not wasted.
©Russel
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He thrusts his fists into the posts and still insists he sees the ghosts
*pokes*
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I hear
your voice
down the hall, through the window, above
all those trees, a light
it seems
& you are singing. What song
is that The words
are beautiful.
-LeRoi Jones
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He thrusts his fists into the posts and still insists he sees the ghosts
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The heart shuts,
The sea slides back,
The mirrors are sheeted.
[link]
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He thrusts his fists into the posts and still insists he sees the ghosts
Waiting for an answer too ^.^
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Sogno degli Eterni
Signore delle Realtà Credute
i was yesterday. now is wednesday AND YOU ARE NOT ONLINE. so what is the conclusion? GET YOUR ASS ONLINE!
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He thrusts his fists into the posts and still insists he sees the ghosts
hey, hey, a question!
: are you grounded?
All Hail Discordia (Offline),
makes me sad.
poo head.
<3
hinanO
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He thrusts his fists into the posts and still insists he sees the ghosts
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He thrusts his fists into the posts and still insists he sees the ghosts
But... like you said, if we weren't caught...
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there once was a signature here.
then again, if we weren't caught...
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He thrusts his fists into the posts and still insists he sees the ghosts
but Kailey wouldn't be too happy with that.
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there once was a signature here.
err.
well, actually, you ARE a bumble, since that particular comment was directed not at YOU, but at SOGNO. you egotist. but that's okay. because a bumble sounds like a cute, furry-esque animal. so maybe i'll let it go this once; but mind, next time i shall have to spank you.
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He thrusts his fists into the posts and still insists he sees the ghosts
*poke* I'm such a bumble.
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there once was a signature here.
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He thrusts his fists into the posts and still insists he sees the ghosts
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i smile to direct his attention from the rest of this sinking ship.
but maybe that's just me being cynical.
hmm...i've never really been such a great fan of whitman; i find some of his work tedious? i don't know, maybe i should spend some time to actually read more of his poetry.
but in any case, thanks. hope the year '06 for you will be, if it can't all be "good", at least interesting.
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He thrusts his fists into the posts and still insists he sees the ghosts
so um. thanks for putting up with the initial hostility and interrogation.
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He thrusts his fists into the posts and still insists he sees the ghosts
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