October 16, 2004
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It won't matter what I say,
what I do.
It's all concrete now.
Line space.
Feels good to breathe.
Somebody forgot how.
So I say
one day,
yes I existed and how.
Matters not.
I've come to BElieve.
Suppose you speak a word not.
You have to feel.
Back to the bone,
remember where your train thought is.
I'm out of sorts,
yet not quite.
I'm exactly where
I choose to BE.
Won't you please
flow with me?
What a fuck up I've become.
Where are the rules?
I choose to disbelieve.
Comments (9)
Ya fucking idiot...... the judge ho has the rules....
All of them....
Whoops...... Yah knew I meant lovely fucking idiot...
I'm an ass and never know what to say...
am fucked up that way........
Oh wait...... shhhh
VOTE Bush.......... ha... sniff... tear....
I slay me.....
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rules?
we don't need no stinkin' rules.
unless we need something to break.
have a good weekend, alright?
Rules? There are rules?
*hides*
Every time I come back to read what I say, I wince like a puppy caught grabbin' that last morsel the master left on his plate..
I'm not that good at hiding I'm afraid...
Hey?
Wanna hanna me some day?
Did I spell that right?
Is of no matter...
We are friends only and mostly.....
Aren't we?
No matter still...
is ok
mitch
oh yah........ I can't help this part....
Vote ... for.... ever....
Ever rocks......
rules schmules. I'm with you. Everything is fiction until proven fact.
random propz i love your background so pretty
You get random fucking propz?
I never get those.....
how sinister is the world?
is not i hope...
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