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jazapato August 31 2005, 17:06:49 UTC
A piece of dirt or tar was stuck beneath my foot. In vain, I stuffed it into a mound of sand in an attempt to grind it off but the motherfucker stuck in ways you couldn't imagine. <----LOVE

...feeding the obese dog yet anther biscuit. <---PERFECT

talented much? i think so.

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beauxdeux September 1 2005, 02:19:45 UTC
JKHSDKJFHJDFSH Call me back!

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[i<3you] beauxdeux September 1 2005, 02:20:11 UTC
!!!!!!!!!!!!
In yo face, Elliot Sloane!

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amtreble September 3 2005, 14:07:50 UTC
She wears her past in a present. She keeps it behind the skirt which covers her legs on a what is usually a daily basis. Everyone's always eager to open presents. Presents have ribbons. Nice ribbons people like to pull. But she's forgotten he who gifted her it, and she chooses to keep it quiet and remain in doubt, even if under duress. She could stand like a fork in a desert how ever long she wished, but when the cherry pops, when the strawberry gran, your ribbon better be made of rubber, man ( ... )

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amtreble September 3 2005, 14:17:13 UTC
and im posting under poem mode, because i thought it was worth a shot.

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beauxdeux September 7 2005, 06:56:36 UTC
Beautiful, I really love this.

Thank you!

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amtreble September 7 2005, 06:57:15 UTC
im glad you like it :) it just came out, you know? :)

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