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Jan 13, 2008 22:49

Tattoos are beautiful, regardless of what your mother says. Your body is a temple. Give me one church, one shrine, one place of worship and respect that does not have paintings, stained glass, piercings and tapestries. Gashes to ashes, trust to dust. My coworker told me that I should get sloppy drunk and get another tattoo. So if the devout drink wine to take in the blood of their savior, I’ll wash down my sins with a pint of devotion and beautify my temple.

So tonight I’ll sit and pick apart your pictures, and over analyze your words, but the truth is that I’ve never fallen so hard, it’s taken everything in me just to forget your sweater so far; and I can honestly say, that I’ve never never ever felt this way, your lips, your eyelashes your skin, these are the parts of the tiger that cause my comatose to begin

And this is the sound of one finger snapping, and this is the sound of one hand clapping, and this is how a finger fings, and this is the chaos in a madman’s dreams. And this is a world where numbers don’t lie, and that number 4 came running by and just let out a resounding cry of “I’M THE NUMBER FIVE!”

A penny saved is a penny decayed, and a penny decayed is a memory squandered.

-BUT-

The quiet intelligence of soft address proves that the whisperer is more dangerous.

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