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This guy named GeorgeSo there was this guy, George. He was an alright guy. Real rich, his dad was kinda famous, I hear. He never really was too smart, but we used to hang out every now and again, we'd get a little tipsy, go out and see a movie, catch some pretty girls, you know; just hang out and have fun.This guy named George
I never heard from him again after high school. I hear he got famous doing something really important or something like that. as important as he became, I hope he doesn't screw up whatever he was doing.
afterall,
&nb
in Typographical 1w 3d ago
chasmsIn a melted mirror, lost to the glass called home all resemblancechasms
of face value stored away lost in chasms whose walls breath to not look up caught in ripples
whose embrace washes away all wieght
Beyond the threshold of never breathing again pulsating through heat devoid of memories of the old reflection Chasms never made to end fall downward in a silver drop drowning in depths only owned by the moment and only sold to the next.
In the absence of thought being pleased all remembrance
dissolved like the danci
in Song on 6/9/06
descendent of the apesThe Homo Sapiendescendent of the apes
a humanoid that walks erect on only two legs, unlike most creatures on the same planet
When brute force does not work use more, that will get the job done it doesnt. it never will. and their efficiency dwindles
Looking at the Homo Sapien Im convinced that I am not one I am not descendent of the apes, and have no intrest in your inane life I have amnesia and do not remember my home planet, you see and have been stranded for quite a while
The Earth
a planet which contains so many species of plants and anim
in Typographical on 6/3/06
the dark cloaked figureDeath once walked the street of pale moonlight and windows lit where fresh or ripe eyes stared at grandfather clocks, trembling in each bed down the lonely road that never had a child's foot touch the ground to give out thethe dark cloaked figure
sound of laughter, for time flies away in the light of entertainment, and pale eyes yearn the time of each moment, slow and fear-bringing to each room pale eyes reside
Each life has witnessed another travel down the darker road to meet the wall ten miles higher than the will to climb above and reach the
in Open on 5/3/06
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- Emailblackantibody@hotmail.com
- AIMwaxanimalpartsS
- Current Age: It was seventeen years ago that I was cut from my mothers womb.
- Current Residence: on a pretty blue and green ball that spins around an enormous firey ball inbetween mars and venus.
- Interests: the abstract in which i float
- Favourite movie: pi, vanilla sky, requiem for a dream, eternal sunshine, the fountain, memento, brick
- Favourite band or musician: ambulance ltd, interpol, radiohead, blonde redhead, autolux, my bloody valentine, sonic youth
- Wallpaper of choice: i like panneling more than wallpaper
- Tools of the Trade: thought
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"Some ambiguity masquerading around as mystery is all anyone is ever looking for anymore. This is why transvestites are always in such good moods"
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"Some ambiguity masquerading around as mystery is all anyone is ever looking for anymore. This is why transvestites are always in such good moods"
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"Some ambiguity masquerading around as mystery is all anyone is ever looking for anymore. This is why transvestites are always in such good moods"
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try something new
[or something old.]
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"Some ambiguity masquerading around as mystery is all anyone is ever looking for anymore. This is why transvestites are always in such good moods"
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try something new
[or something old.]
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"Some ambiguity masquerading around as mystery is all anyone is ever looking for anymore. This is why transvestites are always in such good moods"
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try something new
[or something old.]
how've you been?
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"Some ambiguity masquerading around as mystery is all anyone is ever looking for anymore. This is why transvestites are always in such good moods"
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try something new
[or something old.]
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"Some ambiguity masquerading around as mystery is all anyone is ever looking for anymore. This is why transvestites are always in such good moods"
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"Some ambiguity masquerading around as mystery is all anyone is ever looking for anymore. This is why transvestites are always in such good moods"
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i sing the body electric
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try something new
[or something old.]
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"Some ambiguity masquerading around as mystery is all anyone is ever looking for anymore. This is why transvestites are always in such good moods"
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i sing the body electric
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"Some ambiguity masquerading around as mystery is all anyone is ever looking for anymore. This is why transvestites are always in such good moods"
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"Some ambiguity masquerading around as mystery is all anyone is ever looking for anymore. This is why transvestites are always in such good moods"
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I gaze into the moon
Which makes my mind pure as crystal lakes.
My eyes cold as the darkest winter nights,
But yet there is a flame inside.
It guides me into the dark shadows beyond this world,
Into the infinity of thoughts.
You wanna be a little bitch, do it on your own time. Never mine.
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Wake up each morning as if it were on purpose.
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It is normal to say I'm abnormal, but it is abnormal to say I'm normal.
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