| This is a one-shot for now. I just might do a sequal or two. Anyway. I really enjoyed writing it. |
| This is a one-shot for now. I just might do a sequal or two. Anyway. I really enjoyed writing it. |


Hate Can't you tell that she tastes like poison? The snakes in her hair are the reason for my nightmares. Her eyes are vacuums,Hate
and they drain the life from me everytime I'm near her. Her sympathy is a ghost
long since crossed over into the light.
Why do you do this? Capture me in roses with every one of your breaths? Perfection is
an understatement, and your lips are crafted from velveteen rabbits.
I'm growing tired of this. When will I be


Whale My thighs are twins and their names are Fat and Ugly. The broken blood vessels that kiss my arms are visiting more frequently these days,Whale
and the chestnut orbs inside my head have no more water to offer my cheek bones.
I am a whale. Even my massive amounts of blubber
cannot insulate me from the pain their words bring.
When will people realize? They hug me and pretend that they care, but they don't know that I can see straight through their facade.
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You Were Always On My Mind Interstate 95 can be quite lovely if you focus on the scenery instead of the expanse of asphalt in front of you. Its a bittersweet drive, though. Its always sad leaving Aunt Barbs house even more so now that Uncle Arnold is gone. I still half-way expected to see him sitting in his favourite chocolate brown leather chair, staring intently at the plasma screen. Hed always flash the warmest smile when he saw us walk onto the screened-in porch. No longer, though. No longer will I help him cook his signature smoked pork ribs, his honey ham, or hiYou Were Always On My Mind


QuestioningI couldn't help but noticeQuestioning
that your andromeda eyes
are more distant
than they used to be.
The ballerinas in your veins don't pirouette as flawlessly as they did before a second sun appeared on your horizon.
You confuse me:
turning into a fox hunt whenever my rhododendron arms reach out for you.
Haven't you realized
that she tastes like bulimia? Her mouth is one of thistles
and ship traps, lies flowing off of her tongue like a virgin in a whore house.
Jellyfish tentacles are her fingers, but you've always b
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--Emo happens--
"Just because I'm not sticking it in there doesn't mean I don't think its beautiful." - Adam Lambert
"My hair is blue-black with white on top. Like a ghetto skunk sundae." - Erik Whinters
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When one door of happiness closes, another opens;
but often we look so long at the closed door that we do not see the one which has opened for us...
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--Emo happens--
"Just because I'm not sticking it in there doesn't mean I don't think its beautiful." - Adam Lambert
"My hair is blue-black with white on top. Like a ghetto skunk sundae." - Erik Whinters
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i'm not afraid to die. but i'm afraid to dry./
"Je ne suis pas daccord avec ce que vous dites, mais je me
battrai jusqu? la mort pour que vous ayez le droit de le dire"
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--Emo happens--
"Just because I'm not sticking it in there doesn't mean I don't think its beautiful." - Adam Lambert
"My hair is blue-black with white on top. Like a ghetto skunk sundae." - Erik Whinters
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Kiya: Member of =dapride :]
"My mission in life is to cause chaos. It keeps me interested." -Me.
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--Emo happens--
"Just because I'm not sticking it in there doesn't mean I don't think its beautiful." - Adam Lambert
"My hair is blue-black with white on top. Like a ghetto skunk sundae." - Erik Whinters
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Kiya: Member of =dapride :]
"My mission in life is to cause chaos. It keeps me interested." -Me.
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