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[charlies]

Remember making out at the hardcore shows; exhaustion from dancing creating real high on life moments, and in the darkness of the back of Girls Inc the hard floor was softer than the sweetest resting place. The sweat of my face acted like tears of relief and you asked if you could kiss me. Practically passed out perfection acquired before the

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[charlies]

I wish I could write blasphemous poems that would open eyes up. Spirituality is so selfish. I just want to promote the interactivity of everything that goes beyond our basic senses, baby. If it moves it's alive, and if it's alive it's soulful; if rocks could talk they'd express pure content love. They're kind of like us, except way more introverted and infinitely more energetic. Ramble, ramble, ramble, I'm sorry.

[syx]

ehhh. show me how you did your journal style sometime, ya? :-*

[jeska]

salt shaker