

the sun and the moonthe sun and the moon,the sun and the moon
and all the crap thats inbetween, would you go and save a spot there for me? if i reached to the sky would it take a shit on me? 'cus i'm not sure these eyes are mine, i haven't been sure for a very long time.
if i went to sleep and started to scream,
would you think i was being me,
if i started to shout 'oh god' would you smile or think i was a little odd?
the sun and the sky,
and those heart felt little lies,
would you go and talk some sense into my life,
if i turned to smile would they throw it back at me? 'cus i'm not su


crunchis this what it means to see the end of time? body crushed by so many lights. see them swirl, round and round again, 'till we find that place and it all begins again.crunch
hopes and dreams are always more than we want them to be, if only it was something i could keep within me. but before you know it they get out and start to work away. then you stop to complain about whats in your way.
is this what it means to see the end of time? body crushed by so many lights. see them swirl, round and round again, 'till we find that place and it all begins again.
looki


cold eveningshand in the pockets to feel for some reasoning,cold evenings
i can't understand these cold evenings,
if the sun was hot we'd still push away. terrified of white only visions,
shouts of 'its ours we've been given it' twisted values attached to some dirt. but the dirt you don't care for anyway,
throw down some conrete - pave the way,
stand firm to try to justify your hate.
gotta find light in cold evenings,
hand to the heart to feel a soul beating, blood through the fingers runs too cold.
my name goes way back,
genes to the nordic ransack, more english t


i miss that green rabbithome now, the sea calles, it wont be long until they put a price on the tides. the trees greeen, at least for summer time, a taste that fills the mind.i miss that green rabbit
but in the heart beats a strange desire, to jerk-off and to save the earth
the screams we hear are so rarely heart felt, flickering images to take our time. still its not quantifiable, something like truth, only in our mind.
in the heart beats a strange desire, to masturbate and to save the earth.
truthfully, lets try honesty, could we really cope with that. so i'll just, keep on smiling, until we drop the masks that hold us
xxxxxxx
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doodily doo, [link] doodily doo!!!!!
Mother douchebeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaags!!!!!
x Laura
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Turd Facial!
come to cubes next tuesday..dress as a fairy. U know u want to!!!!
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Life isn't about finding yourself. Life is about creating yourself.
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blonde
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My soul is spilling all over your hands
'Guard not that which thou hast made for thyself, more than the faith that burns in thy heart'
- Extract from Hammerite Compendium of Precepts, Regimens and Rules of Conduct, Vol 112.
hows thinglings your end then?
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Feel Infinite
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