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It seems to me, like one of those fleeting memories, that people used to be rather predictable. Give them a cubicle and a steady pay check and the masses will be happy. I thought that until I entered the world of real jobs, and one realizes that noone has real passion for anything....just a paycheck, noone really wants to be free of that hideous...
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pixie_fragments:
fuck corporate

fuck cubicles

fuck apathy

btw, hello.
lunna:
Rawr missed you and stuff.
kiss
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The nights of laughter in Chicago seem like such a distant memory. The night closes in without remorse, without any sense of logical regret. The darkness of the early hours seem so satyrical the way things hum and rumble which you don't normally hear, like a morbid lullaby. My birthday has passed, and I think "Am I here?, Am I really 23" it seems...
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mistressmissy:
you were missed puppy boy. i shouldve called you monday when we were at kira's. you couldve come to visit like warchild and fuckimdead did.
and yes you have been out of the loop, and i hope you get back in real soon.
cuz you know well always have more parties to attend!
miffy:
maybe a taco, I'd like a taco.
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mistressmissy:
i hope you had fun puppy. miss you.
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I'm so tired of being here
Suppressed by all my childish fears
And if you have to leave
I wish that you would just leave
'Cause your presence still lingers here
And it won't leave me alone

These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase

[CHORUS:]
When you cried...
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lunna:
Tell me are you wearing underwear in that profile picture?
Sorry just wanted to make you smile.
Later sweetie!
kiss
lunna:
What have you been up to?
kiss
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Well I knew how it was if you really must know, the outcome I mean it was rather ironic was it not? What will become of this I wonder, after all it was my mistake, hope I mean. Can I ever repay the words that cut deepest, I can accept all of the cold nights as settlement. I wonder if you remember that night in...
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mistressmissy:
please talk to me. i finally have the pictures of you i took last summer hehe
allan:
I'm so tired of being here
Suppressed by all my childish fears
And if you have to leave
I wish that you would just leave
'Cause your presence still lingers here
And it won't leave me alone

These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase

[CHORUS:]
When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears
I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have
All of me

You used to captivate me
By your resonating light
Now I'm bound by the life you left behind
Your face it haunts
My once pleasant dreams
Your voice it chased away
All the sanity in me

These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase

[Chorus]

I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone
But though you're still with me
I've been alone all along

[Chorus]
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There exists a kind of energy that cannot be seen. A field of energy that you expell from your being which interacts with everything around you. Some say that the ability to feel this energy forms an ability to make premonitions. It is how you know what someone is feeling before they do, the reason why you can smell a change as if by instinct...
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lunna:
Thank You for being a great friend!
lunna:
I have had seizures since I was 16 and sometimes when I go into them I can predict things as well. I actually thought I was going crazy until about 2 years ago when I was diagnosed with Epilepsy and my doctor told me that this happens with people who have seizures. He said while having them people's sixth sense of what is around us and what will happen kicks in. It's so weird, but I've learned to embrace it as it is a part of me. kiss
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A rather surreal day so it would seem, there are mornings when the world seems to take on its own sense of forboding. In this quiet darkness I ponder the motives of individuals as I quaintly sip at my coffee. As I watch the montages of dispair and desecration, I think of eyes, rather what's in them. Thinking to myself what secrets are contained...
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mistressmissy:
you always were good at writing down the most thoughful things.
just to say something about the news anchors eyes...i think all of mine are whores and drunks...with empty souls.

ps. i always thought your eyes were beautiful but always pondering something to look deeper.
i was entranced by them anyway.

[Edited on Feb 15, 2004 11:19PM]
lunna:
Hello, I changed my name.
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i was awoken this morning to the art van furniture people delivering next door. They smashed into my wall, heathens. They awoke me from a dream where I was a chicken farmer.....odd considering there aren't many of those in Detroit, oh well chashing chickens is neat.
lunna:
kiss
lunna:
I've never had a dream where I was a chicken farmer now I'm all jealous in a weird way. haha. Talk to you later cutie and have I mentioned how glad I am that you are around? kiss