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Tuesday, July 15, 2008

shucks.

brooding about the state of life
an ephiphany is all you really need
a star overhead or a meteor to finish it off
carry all these ugly memories and burdens away
leave her in a place of no hope
bombers and prostitutes are the last thing on this one's mind
find new ways to /not/ end this story & you'll be closer to the end
stare hard at these letters that form words which will stop making sense in a year or two
tiny mistakes and muddy fingers fumbling through your brain to search for the thing you fear you've finally lost
something you held on to
so tight for so long

Posted at Tuesday, July 15, 2008 by akima_LP

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i know how to boil a potato.
i love my biology teacher. she may be desperately in need of some hair products, but she has taught me so much about your body.
i dont like secrets.
i know how to make pancakes.
happiness is everything.
~~i dont like eating in public.~~
i dont like junk food as much as i like home-cooked food.
i love to talk. and laugh. and smile.
i have the strangest fantasies about leprichauns.
i love dressing up. its so much fun.
they're just bracelets, you frikkin perverts.
i like to make stories about myself when im in the shower.
i have never been to a gig.
i love singing along [sliently] to cheesy songs.
i dont like people who are always saying that ~~emo is dead.~~ and then they say not to label. -shakes head- just get on with your lives, honey bees.
i enjoy cooking.
my most favourite thing in the world is me.
getting letters makes me very happy. ask me for my address, we can be pen pals.
like lollipops.
adore shoelace hairbands.
piercings on the side of bottom lips. adoreable.

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