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i had to wear my brown and blue
croc flip flops today i couldn't find my black crocs or black loafers or black mules or black flips then i found them in a black hole in my car i wonder where i will find my pink bra
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you can't make a loser love you
if he doesn't love you you can't make a father care if he can't care you can't make parents understand if they just won't understand you can't change somebody just to please you you can't change somebody you can't get what you need out of thin air unless what you need is thin air every year i sit on my porch
to watch the perseids go by but my skies are too polluted with light so every year i miss the show this year i saw two two measly shooting stars for my troubles and yeah i get it if i would venture off of my porch... thursdays have revolved around that issue for two years now maybe when next year rolls around and the perseid roll around maybe i will roll off of my porch but not likely bells and whistles spotlight
carnies chatter patrons laugh with utter festivity spin laugh twist laugh in the distance darkness voices slightly more brazen just a bit more force sticky cotton candy lips bells win a prize soda pops and corn dogs popcorn and glow in the dark what is that spin laugh twist laugh get in close to tell a secret the whole world can hear at least the carnies can no one else knows you exist in your own world bells and whistles spotlight that you're surrounded by darkness and life because this is the life this IS the life 0 Comments 0 Kudos (Give Kudos) Translate Powered by EnglishAlbanianArabicBulgarianCatalanChineseCroatianCzechDanishDutchEstonianFilipinoFinnishFrenchGalicianGermanGreekHebrewHindiHungarianIndonesianItalianJapaneseKoreanLatvianLithuanianMalteseNorwegianPolishPortugueseRomanianRussianSerbianSlovakSlovenianSpanishSwedishThaiTurkishUkrainianVietnamese Print ever been there?
yep. been there. you lied. motherfucker. there was no where you could have been there was no where you could have gotten it machines twirl bells whistle patrons shriek why lie? 1.
a haiku for you and yieu and yieu and yieu and five syllables too 2. half a mini-tab and sleep washes over me benedryl induced 3. hot gooey comfort heaven waits to add the sweet champagne perfection
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| Beth Anne, Authortthrows metal with mittens on in the dead of winter listening to the cold as it echoes down the streets and into her bones. consecrated to the Sacred Heart of Jesus, navigating these streets and figuring out this GPS, and trying real hard to reach Sainthood. failing miserably every day. trying again every tomorrow. ArchivesFebruary 2011 CategoriesAll |
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