back again????? thanks for the free boobz
back? thanks!
nudwig:
yeah, somehow we get free boobs?!
i want html code in my journAL
conxuela:
pish posh!
you know i can do that..
you know i can do that..
n:
por que?
RIP mr. thompson... the literary world is not the same without you.
conxuela:
my nose has stopped running!
n:
thank you frard!
big show friday at the Marquee in tempe.. I am scared.
conxuela:
don't be scared! you are awesome rad more than you know.
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nudwig:
dude, you survived the stabbing?
nudwig:
sorry, dudeRRR
"here was, before me,
Mile upon mile
Of snow, ice, burning sand.
And yet I could look beyond all this,
To a place of infinite beauty;
And I could see the loveliness of her
Who walked in the shade of the trees.
When I gazed,
All was lost
But this place of beauty and her.
When I gazed,
And in my gazing, desired,
Then came...
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Mile upon mile
Of snow, ice, burning sand.
And yet I could look beyond all this,
To a place of infinite beauty;
And I could see the loveliness of her
Who walked in the shade of the trees.
When I gazed,
All was lost
But this place of beauty and her.
When I gazed,
And in my gazing, desired,
Then came...
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n:
i got nothin'
nudwig:
and I heard as it were, the voice of many thunders, and it said 'come and see' and I saw, and behold, a pale white horse...
In the desert
I saw a creature, naked, bestial,
who, squatting upon the ground,
Held his heart in his hands,
And ate of it.
I said, "Is it good, friend?"
"It is bitter bitter," he answered;
"But I like it
Because it is bitter,
And because it is my heart."
-Stephen Crane
I saw a creature, naked, bestial,
who, squatting upon the ground,
Held his heart in his hands,
And ate of it.
I said, "Is it good, friend?"
"It is bitter bitter," he answered;
"But I like it
Because it is bitter,
And because it is my heart."
-Stephen Crane
and amidst the whiskey and pile of academic papers I take a moment to turn my head and discover, the most perfect shoulders bare, peeking out from beneath the covers.
classic games.
conxuela:
...keep you up all night.
nudwig:
spastic blames