Webcams are wonderful things, and I should buy one.
Women have entirely too much control over me.
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pulloffmywings:
who cares what we wear, we can do it naked for all i care, just as long as we have the knives and rope and shit.
lokischild:
5 days
i want a girl
p.s. just thought you should know
i want a girl
p.s. just thought you should know
Yay for long weekends!!!
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lokischild:
what's a long weekend?
lokischild:
10 days
Bit of a change up for today.
Third draft of the pheonix picture I'll eventually want turned into a tattoo. Thanks to Cat, Rook, and Mulysa for getting me obsessed again. (grin) I got more work done on that couch at Lightwave, then I've done in months.
It's in my folder, and here's a link. It goes funky when I try to embed it.
Pheonix...
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Third draft of the pheonix picture I'll eventually want turned into a tattoo. Thanks to Cat, Rook, and Mulysa for getting me obsessed again. (grin) I got more work done on that couch at Lightwave, then I've done in months.
It's in my folder, and here's a link. It goes funky when I try to embed it.
Pheonix...
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pulloffmywings:
thanks 
I'm trying
I'm trying
persya:
yes i was
Now that I'm back from Boston, time for more poetry from the book. (grin)
(Journal page 16)
These are the things I seek:
My sweet love's salty kiss,
her gentle touch upon my face,
loving to snuggle against the cold.
Eyes which yearn to gaze,
Lips that ache to laugh,
A heartfelt goodnight.
This is what I ask.
(Journal page 16)
These are the things I seek:
My sweet love's salty kiss,
her gentle touch upon my face,
loving to snuggle against the cold.
Eyes which yearn to gaze,
Lips that ache to laugh,
A heartfelt goodnight.
This is what I ask.
lokischild:
moo!
More old Poetry from highschool....yay!
(Journal Page 12)
Still Waters
Still waters run deep,
Deeper still than love or hate.
Standing here at the gate of hell.
I want you to know what I feel,
I hide it deep down inside,
Never washed away,
There it abides.
Streams run to the sea,
But still waters run deep,
And I can't, I won't let you down....
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(Journal Page 12)
Still Waters
Still waters run deep,
Deeper still than love or hate.
Standing here at the gate of hell.
I want you to know what I feel,
I hide it deep down inside,
Never washed away,
There it abides.
Streams run to the sea,
But still waters run deep,
And I can't, I won't let you down....
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So we begin my incredibly self indugent tryst into my highschool and college poetry journal. I'll start hiding these behind cuts when I have the time.
(Note: I've decided not to go in order but I will list the page numbers)
(Journal Page 3)
There she is,
And I die again.
Ten thousand times a day.
It is a broken mirror,
That gives you choices....
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(Note: I've decided not to go in order but I will list the page numbers)
(Journal Page 3)
There she is,
And I die again.
Ten thousand times a day.
It is a broken mirror,
That gives you choices....
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lokischild:
can i have sugar coated diamonds instead? i prefer to remain illusioned 
....i like by the way......
p.s. i'll take credit where credit is due, but don't start blaming me when people start throwing tomatoes.....not that they would or anything....
p.p.s. i will however, take credit, and therefore profits if they start throwing money or weed.....
....i like by the way......
p.s. i'll take credit where credit is due, but don't start blaming me when people start throwing tomatoes.....not that they would or anything....
p.p.s. i will however, take credit, and therefore profits if they start throwing money or weed.....
Ok. I'm taking LokisChild's advice. I'm going to cross post my new project to SG. I'll be taking my old highschool poetry book and posting it all, page by page.
Yes, it's self indulgent. Yes much of it is bad poetry. But screw it. I don't need to impress anyone. So here's the first poem:
The Sunset
The sun turns red, drifting low,
O'er...
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Yes, it's self indulgent. Yes much of it is bad poetry. But screw it. I don't need to impress anyone. So here's the first poem:
The Sunset
The sun turns red, drifting low,
O'er...
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I love to flirt.
That is all.
That is all.
Well, Casi's birthday party rocked. Drunk and stoned out of my head. Dan had a nice Diesel/Haze blend for us to smoke, and I was surrounded by good friends and beautiful women. I'm happy I was able to play host so Casi could have a good time, but hosting a party, especially at a bar is exhausting.
Everyone rocked, everything and everyone was chill and...
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Everyone rocked, everything and everyone was chill and...
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morgan:
I think I ask those questions because of my aunt, who was kind enough to give me a copy of "Sophie's World: A Novel About the History of Philosophy" when I was still pretty young. It made me inquisitive.
lokischild:
wet t-shirt contest!
p.s. and by that i mean of course that you should also buy me a webcam....