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So there's been 7 (SEVEN) Chick fights at school in the last three days...i mean...pretty much after the third fight, it was just a domino effect from there. I mean, holy fuck, is every girl in the school on their period? Is it a full moon, is the tide high? It was so bad that the teachers were all out in the halls, waiting to break a fight up. Cuz it was only a matter of time, I mean, stand in one place for a considerable amount of time, and you're bound to see a fight.
Piper was sold and carted away today, and its about goddamn time.
Wedding tommorow, bright and early, and then to the DIA Sunday, bright and early again....with the same dress. Kevin is coming with us and that should be fun.
So cut my wrists and black my eyes.
Have a coke and a smile.
Still, silent and sinking
All except the quick movements
Of your pen to its parchment
This is how I envision you
Dark, stringy, hair in your face
Are you alone inside that pen?
I haven’t seen your face in days
My memory is slipping…
I’ve almost forgotten their burn
Constantly purging those thoughts
Recklessly against that notebook
Is it obtuse to think we are one?
As you briskly pass me by,
Cigarettes and agony fill my colfaction.
I sense the intensity of your fears,
The determination of your will,
And the aching of your soul.
Do you think it ludicrous to see us as one?
I know I will find again one day.
When the moon is full.
And the beach is screaming for our presence.
We’ll meet then
They say we mix like vinegar and water
Well I think its blood and sweat we are.
Dust and dirt.
♥
Piper was sold and carted away today, and its about goddamn time.
Wedding tommorow, bright and early, and then to the DIA Sunday, bright and early again....with the same dress. Kevin is coming with us and that should be fun.
So cut my wrists and black my eyes.
Have a coke and a smile.
Still, silent and sinking
All except the quick movements
Of your pen to its parchment
This is how I envision you
Dark, stringy, hair in your face
Are you alone inside that pen?
I haven’t seen your face in days
My memory is slipping…
I’ve almost forgotten their burn
Constantly purging those thoughts
Recklessly against that notebook
Is it obtuse to think we are one?
As you briskly pass me by,
Cigarettes and agony fill my colfaction.
I sense the intensity of your fears,
The determination of your will,
And the aching of your soul.
Do you think it ludicrous to see us as one?
I know I will find again one day.
When the moon is full.
And the beach is screaming for our presence.
We’ll meet then
They say we mix like vinegar and water
Well I think its blood and sweat we are.
Dust and dirt.
♥