kay:
*grin*
I feel like I should quote something from little red riding hood...
~cheers
I feel like I should quote something from little red riding hood...
~cheers
innocence:
To be honest... not entirely sure!
kay:
You have nice eyes.
~cheers
~cheers
kay:
Yay for sniper rifles.
Have fun love.
~cheers
Have fun love.
~cheers
kay:
Welcome to SG Antarctica. 
Do you know anaphlaxis and methadonepretty, or innocence ? Looks like you are new to SG, and I know they are on your side of the pond, though I am not certain how close.
~cheers
Do you know anaphlaxis and methadonepretty, or innocence ? Looks like you are new to SG, and I know they are on your side of the pond, though I am not certain how close.
~cheers
(`. Pretty Vacant .`)
Fuck me!!! Some people really do carry their brains in their arse-crack! You can explain to some people just what manic-depression (aka bi-polar disorder) is and they still manage to kick you an insult guised as a compliment. After tipping them bollocks, their recourse is to assert that you are lacking a sense of humour'. Hmmmm how easy some people can...
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Fuck me!!! Some people really do carry their brains in their arse-crack! You can explain to some people just what manic-depression (aka bi-polar disorder) is and they still manage to kick you an insult guised as a compliment. After tipping them bollocks, their recourse is to assert that you are lacking a sense of humour'. Hmmmm how easy some people can...
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(`. Shows Over .`)
Parting lips, a strangers kiss;
A street devoid of life.
Stolen breath, a heaving breast;
Ice stabbing like a knife.
Parting lips, a strangers kiss;
A memory to fade.
A frozen pool, no leaves to fall;
A seasonal parade.
Parting lips, a strangers kiss;
A face whiter than snow.
A key, a lock, a body drops;
Dreams reap that which they...
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Parting lips, a strangers kiss;
A street devoid of life.
Stolen breath, a heaving breast;
Ice stabbing like a knife.
Parting lips, a strangers kiss;
A memory to fade.
A frozen pool, no leaves to fall;
A seasonal parade.
Parting lips, a strangers kiss;
A face whiter than snow.
A key, a lock, a body drops;
Dreams reap that which they...
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(`. On Being (Known And Knowing) .`)
[Following on from train of thought started by the poem 'Mirrored Windows'.]
We like to think that we can know somebody; that we can really know somebody. We like to think that we can put a finger on that which is quintessentially them.
We try to assimilate all we perceive, including our definitions of those people...
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[Following on from train of thought started by the poem 'Mirrored Windows'.]
We like to think that we can know somebody; that we can really know somebody. We like to think that we can put a finger on that which is quintessentially them.
We try to assimilate all we perceive, including our definitions of those people...
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