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samuel basudebas she stares in maddening intensity, constellations dissolve.samuel basudeb
she steals your suggestions, see how she suffers, see how she pines. dead eyes on the man in the moon.
these warm lights illuminate her stars and she wonders
why you had to go.
by ~allsingingcrap
something's alrighti'm feeling this haze, alright. this distaste for your sacred self, and yet, how i'd love to be better than everyone, too. i've become all ears and dolls and everything adapted and i know this mountain you climb may not be the easiest thing to do.something's alright
by ~allsingingcrap
sceneit was certainly clear to everyone involvedscene
that she was just confused, that's all.
if only they could individually extend themselves to her,
she would see. at least i'm pretty sure she'd see,
goddamn she'd figure it out:
that anything she ever wanted to hear
would be said frequently enough so that,
in time,
she would forget the original intent
and most of the meaning would be lost
in the originally well-intentioned repetition.
occasional burst of wind are
siphoned through the car door.
and her hair dances across her face --
not a skilled,
by ~allsingingcrap
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Of unstoppable hatred. I wish I was wrong but obviously not. Just look at the news you’ll see an example. It’s the war in Iraq where innocents die. All thanks to our idiot, our President Bush.
by ~inpayne
New Hampshire's Economy‘Twas once a place in the grand country of the uS of a Called Hampshire Mais, n’est pas Hamster, parce que The economy included therewithal was rather jolly But malais as the latin speakers would say In contradiction. Drinking water was poor and the hobos as well Though hobos in essence detest money Unless they don’t And they beat in your windshield with a crutch That they use to gain sympathy::: but if Hampshire has a food bank surely a million six-th graders work there sorting potttatoes and pears and giving to homeless who need. Love, do I, the homeleNew Hampshire's Economy
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Devious Info
- Current Residence: damascus
- Interests: guitar and writing stuff for it, sometmes writing stuff not for it
- Favourite movie: science of sleep. rushmore. buffalo '66
- Favourite band or musician: elliott smith, beatles, bad religion, nofx, dandy warhols
- Favourite artist: maybe dali, yeah probably
- Favourite poet or writer: ogden nash
- MP3 player of choice: maxwell
- Shell of choice: conch
- Favourite game: just the tip
- Personal Quote: fuck this shit
- Tools of the Trade: paisli FUCKING hobbes
- Website: http://www.myspace.com/jonikrieger
- Email: allsingingcrap@gmail.com
- AIM: sags downstream
- MSN: userealsugar
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"keep me up till five only because all your stars are out, and for no other reason."
I miss you right now. (en francais...oui oui!)
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"keep me up till five only because all your stars are out, and for no other reason."
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Enigma. Temptress. Technology. These forms define my writing.
sending you hearts and hugs and kisses and all my love. and maybe some cinnamon toast crunch.
-me.
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"keep me up till five only because all your stars are out, and for no other reason."
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"keep me up till five only because all your stars are out, and for no other reason."
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Getting it is easy, filling it with illegal substances and sending it across the border is not.
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We were somewhere around Barstow on the edge of the desert when the drugs began to take hold.
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