under constant constriction...
so is my page....

... Some of ours are easy to identify
look me in the eye
and ask for forgivines
we'll make it back
to never speak that word again
yes you are my friend <3







Traditional
Capricorn Traits

Practical and prudent
Ambitious and disciplined
Patient and careful
Humorous and reserved

On the dark side....

Pessimistic and fatalistic
Miserly and grudging

These seem like awfully big words.




I bit my lip as boy turned in his desk and asked me in deperation,
"Do you think I'm handsom?
"No one better." I replied
Girl tapped me on the shoulders with tears in her eyes,
"Do you think I'm beautiful?"
"You're the best." I sighed
Boy rolled over and held me to his chest,
"You are everything to me."
Girl rolled over and nuzzled under my chin,
"You are my everything."


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Inteligence




PS>>>













I misses this place -_-'


WBC Westboro Baptist Church of hate
godhatesfags.com

There is little time for awakening, no time for waiting for a leader, only time for love beyond our thoughts of love, reaching past faces and facades, the bitter past, the old boundries. The Dance has begun.
Lauran Cruden...





Cuz people want to be noticed

They do everything they can

Yet it's truely nothing at all

But we can still try can't we.

Strong enough to not have to be numb.Yet I bite my lip in worry.
I love reality, when my brain isn't all mixed up because I had a
night that was uterly unrealistic. Those nights poke at my reality.
They say "weren't we great? Didin't you have so much fun?" I
shake my head in scorn. How can something that was unreal
be fun when in a sence it didn't happen. It wouldn't have
happened if we weren't under the influence. The most hurtful thing
that comes of those nights is the friends I lost. I feel uncomfortable
conversing with them because I knew some of what happen was
just redicules. I wish I could take all those nights and pluck the
chemicals and make those nights real.
(recent revolution... slightly hypocritical sorry)

Nights of------------------>


Out in the country




Fun



What she said.
"theres no forevers and there could never be an always" she stated raising a cigarette to her lips as the rain cascaded from the night sky.this is what she went by, her mantra in life.
"all i want," she began as she brushed wet, dark hair from her forehead, "is whats in the moment." She smiled knowingly then took another drag from her smoke. I belived i understood. the moisture in the air made the cloud she exhailed hang low behind us.
"you see I've noticed you can't get the same "things" from some one each time your with them and if you did... well how boring would that be." her expresion turned grave as though recalling a similer situation. I merely nodded. Water dripped from our noses and ears and we both began to turn our heads looking for shelter.
"on my part i try to keep situations, relationships and life in general as open as possible." to emphasized this she widening her hazel eyes. this made me smile and nod but, i began to wonder if i truly understood.
"the thing is you have to make attatchments toward things and people with understanding not expectations." she wiped her rain wet face on that back of her drenched sleeve acomplishing nothing. i wanted to ask her to repeate what she had said fearing i had missed something important in her words but, i couldn't bring myself to speak.
" because expectations are what brings ruin to many a man and women." she nodded, letting out a half hearted sigh, then remained silent, idley smoking the cigartette. and there was me frantic with questions but not a voice to atone to them.









it happens...

Suicide
Is a way
To tell god...
"You can't
Fire me!
I quit"

(I wanted to ask what it's like to blow your brains out.
It's a question that will never be answered.
RIP uncle Jack
I can't believe I'll never see you again.)

INTO THE MYSTIC)

We were born before the wind
Also younger than the sun
Ere the bonnie boat was won as we sailed into the mystic
Hark, now hear the sailors cry
Smell the sea and feel the sky
Let your soul and spirit fly into the mystic

And when that fog horn blows I want to hear it
I dont have to fear it
I want to rock your gypsy soul
Just like way back in the days of old
Then magnificently we will float into the mystic

This is new....