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heart shaped blog: October 2008
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Guide to Serving Food for/Eating With Vegetarians. K so I'm a vegetarian, right? For some reason people just don't seem to understand what they should make for us when we come to visit, and I can't tell you how many fricking awkward situations I've been in while eating with non-vegetarians. It's ridiculous. so I made this guide. yaaay. 1 vegetables are not meat. 2 VEGETABLES ARE NOT FUCKING MEAT! Most of us don't care if you eat meat or not. 4 we can have opinions on meat. As am I, but to a lesser degree.
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heart shaped blog: Just another something
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I don't think of what to say. The words just come out of my mouth. So how can you be sure. I'm ever saying what I mean? Am I a sinner? Or just another patron fool? Am I rhyme or reason or just. An exception to the rule? I hide in sight of. Everything I've ever known. I know you're right. Because you're far away from home. Or is this a dream? Am I just stealing. What I think is the scene? Could I wait,. If I gave it a chance? Would the earth rotate if you. Supplant the subtle dance? All in all,.
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heart shaped blog: Love
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People seem to think. Love is a saving grace. Love is kept locked up. Until someone with a key. Lets it be free. When you meet your Love. Her eyes will cut through you. Like you were nothing. You'll see the universe in those eyes. Her smile will tell you that you are. And you'll know that it's true. Love is a constant surprise. And you'll laugh just to know. You'll forget the world you knew. This is a beautiful new world. And it is everything to you. She'll wrap her coil around your heart.
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heart shaped blog: May 2009
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In the End, We get what We Want. Content to quake here. Under this broken glass. Asking only to be alone. The posturing you are. They know our inadequacies. And all our harmless. Fire is put out by. A howl is let out. Briefly, a danger. We've got the trappings of. A far more useful soul. The stranger implies that. Fine dining is easy. But please make yourself. A cascade of robbed tears. Glistens down our cheeks. Has learned how to react to this. A kiss, unwanted. Lips, defined only by. A lack of promise.
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heart shaped blog: Nothing. Nothing at all
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Nothing. Nothing at all. It begins in a mirror. I think of all the memories. Captured in my face. All the wrinkles denote me. Time is a scribe. To show its passage. It's a new me. This is a brand new story. Unthinking like tired marketers. But just sell me. As I am in the mirror. II: The Loss of Home. Here, where it once began. And always will begin again, forever. I lie here staring at painted walls. I see your name engraved. Emblazoned on every plane. Or the fallacy of memory. And I cannot sleep. And s...
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heart shaped blog
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The ties that bind. We reciprocate, callous. To the moon he cried:. The cream of light. Even really mean anything. Palm tree to get. I agree, it's. Your feet burn in. And emblazons in us. Some tawdry fear in us. Are hardly a mistake. No clarion call could. Will have to do. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). What up. this here's my blog. yup. tumbleweed oy, here's the dillyo-yo-yo: send me poetry, I'll post it openly, anonymously, or with a pseudonym. just tell me what you want. yee.
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heart shaped blog: September 2008
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Stream of consciousness at night. Its late, but I'm still up. there's nothing good on tv, but I cant sleep. I just need someplace to rant. I'm not even thinking coherently. I'm just using this to put down my random thoughts. And I will hang my head, hang my head low. I've seen this episode of family guy a ton of times, but I still dont have anything better to do. Fuck, I'm such a fucking nerd. I wish I could solve ∫xˆxdx. Not even 89s can solve that. it just ends up ∫xˆxdx all over again.
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heart shaped blog: November 2008
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Something about these sheets. That meet me halfway. Caresses me less than. I'm caught in the crosshairs. You'd think gunmen could learn. To not leave it lying 'round. Often I'm left right here. Valence electrons go missing. Listing the listless people. I love that we're here. And we engulf the engulfable. We touch just the touchable. And the sun shines on us. Sometimes I hide quiet. Reliant on the quickness. In the doldrums buried. Believing in something over the next hill. You might think this is a smile.
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heart shaped blog
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A person made of would-bes. Faded images and vague memories. Of something I once had. That’s what my friends say. I hug my knees and. I lie awake at night. And stay in bed in the morning and. Because I miss you so much. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). What up. this here's my blog. yup. tumbleweed oy, here's the dillyo-yo-yo: send me poetry, I'll post it openly, anonymously, or with a pseudonym. just tell me what you want. yee. I confess. Im hopeless. a person made of would-. View my complete profile.
