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My Comment on Mama Kry's LJ.
Though our irrationalities preserve our makings, Love intentionally sets us free.
This goes out to my Common's Crew. I LOVE YOU GUYS.
Krys, you are the glue to the shoes that we all call the Common's Crew. We will forever be intertwined if not physical adjointment, but by the good times and the memories that will forever linger on in our hearts. Our friendship will last for as long as the sun burns out, as long as the planets orbit around each other. because if they stop we would all be dead. But probably, our love will still, persistently and profusely go on. OUR HEARTS WiLL GO ON. Im fat, youre not, i need to work out, you need to get some gas so we can hang out. I need to get gas, but my job sucks, i get like fifty cents a day. im practically working at a sweat shop, without the sweat and without the constant whipping in which i would probably enjoy. A Lot.
so i have heard that a job has become a lost cause for you.
for this i am perturbed.
Never have i seen such enthusiasm in a person such as yourself.
Will i ever trust human nature ever again. Seeing you flourish is a sight for sore eyes.
When will i see you again?
It appears that you have disappeared off the face of the world in which we all revolve in, it might also be called UCR. ANd although our miseries, which were given birth by the lack of understanding of our school, makes us all Losers. The phoenix, that flies around in open air, flourishes for some time, and before you know it, it dies. But without slight hope, it regains its strength, becoming one with itself and emerging as a reincarnation.
we are phoenixes, we are the future of ourselves. Each and every one of us are the planets revolving around each other. we are each other's suns in which we turn to in time of need. when desperation emerges from the depths of hell. when all hope in lost. we are there. Please listen, baby.
Ain't no mountain high.
Ain't no valley low.
Ain't no river wide enough.
If you need me call me,
no matter where you are,
no matter how far.
Just call my name
and i'll be there in a hurry
you don't have to worry because
THere Ain't no mountain high enough.
Ain't no valley low enough.
Ain't no river wide enough.
TO KEEP ME FROM GETTING TO YOU.
on behalf of our friends, best regarding our friendship,
there will always be:
The Common's Crew.
Though our irrationalities preserve our makings, Love intentionally sets us free.
This goes out to my Common's Crew. I LOVE YOU GUYS.
Krys, you are the glue to the shoes that we all call the Common's Crew. We will forever be intertwined if not physical adjointment, but by the good times and the memories that will forever linger on in our hearts. Our friendship will last for as long as the sun burns out, as long as the planets orbit around each other. because if they stop we would all be dead. But probably, our love will still, persistently and profusely go on. OUR HEARTS WiLL GO ON. Im fat, youre not, i need to work out, you need to get some gas so we can hang out. I need to get gas, but my job sucks, i get like fifty cents a day. im practically working at a sweat shop, without the sweat and without the constant whipping in which i would probably enjoy. A Lot.
so i have heard that a job has become a lost cause for you.
for this i am perturbed.
Never have i seen such enthusiasm in a person such as yourself.
Will i ever trust human nature ever again. Seeing you flourish is a sight for sore eyes.
When will i see you again?
It appears that you have disappeared off the face of the world in which we all revolve in, it might also be called UCR. ANd although our miseries, which were given birth by the lack of understanding of our school, makes us all Losers. The phoenix, that flies around in open air, flourishes for some time, and before you know it, it dies. But without slight hope, it regains its strength, becoming one with itself and emerging as a reincarnation.
we are phoenixes, we are the future of ourselves. Each and every one of us are the planets revolving around each other. we are each other's suns in which we turn to in time of need. when desperation emerges from the depths of hell. when all hope in lost. we are there. Please listen, baby.
Ain't no mountain high.
Ain't no valley low.
Ain't no river wide enough.
If you need me call me,
no matter where you are,
no matter how far.
Just call my name
and i'll be there in a hurry
you don't have to worry because
THere Ain't no mountain high enough.
Ain't no valley low enough.
Ain't no river wide enough.
TO KEEP ME FROM GETTING TO YOU.
on behalf of our friends, best regarding our friendship,
there will always be:
The Common's Crew.