People all over the world, join hands. Start a Love Train. Love Train.
My user icon is the child that I have designed that Nickole and I will have together. I wrote down all the things we have in common, and I drew all of Nickole's features.. And then I drew mine and realized I didn't like them much -- So I borrowed Bradd Pitts physique and Bill Nye's brains. Then I cut everything out and made a collage of what our future baby will look like. As you can see, he will have tousled brown straight hair (A la Nickole), big, intense, mysterious eyes.. (Like Nickole and Bill Nye) and full pouty lips (One again, Nickole and Brad.) I will be be donating my ears, and possibly the eyebrow color -- depending.
I've caught myself driving about town lately. I leave the house with a mission, to go buy candy or roses at store, ... But by the time I reach the end of my road I can't remember why I left the house. My brain goes on autopilot for a few minutes and then somehow I find myself parked across the street from Nickole's house -- with the car keys in my mouth. I know.. I know.. A little strange, especially the bit about the car keys because in my diet I receive more than enough iron and I have no such reason to be putting metal object in my mouth, save lucky pennies. I've discovered that if I lick them somehow I ingest some luck and I get to miss school the following day. I like luck. I like missing school. But you know what I LUV?
NICKOLE MARCHANT.
I wrote this on a bathroom stall today. Everybody says they really like it, cocaine Nelly at least says so.. And maybe Jack. I don't know why JAck goes in the girls room, but I don't say anything. I asked him once and he said something like, "knitting stray pubic hair sweater... " and I just left it at that.
Without further adew -- my Poem, entitled "Luv from me 2 U"
NICKOLE MARCHANT.
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I've caught myself driving about town lately. I leave the house with a mission, to go buy candy or roses at store, ... But by the time I reach the end of my road I can't remember why I left the house. My brain goes on autopilot for a few minutes and then somehow I find myself parked across the street from Nickole's house -- with the car keys in my mouth. I know.. I know.. A little strange, especially the bit about the car keys because in my diet I receive more than enough iron and I have no such reason to be putting metal object in my mouth, save lucky pennies. I've discovered that if I lick them somehow I ingest some luck and I get to miss school the following day. I like luck. I like missing school. But you know what I LUV?
NICKOLE MARCHANT.
I wrote this on a bathroom stall today. Everybody says they really like it, cocaine Nelly at least says so.. And maybe Jack. I don't know why JAck goes in the girls room, but I don't say anything. I asked him once and he said something like, "knitting stray pubic hair sweater... " and I just left it at that.
Without further adew -- my Poem, entitled "Luv from me 2 U"
NICKOLE MARCHANT.
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ME
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Des-Tin-Ee