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so you've walked through these pages
and i must tell you some of the things
you'll read here will disturb you...
but it sure will get you thinking
if you don't like what you reaad,
feel free to shut the f*ck up!

you think you know me

clearly, you're mistaken!
you don't know a thing about me
and before you ask, i won't bother to explain
there's more to me than meets the eye

so drop the f*cking labels...it bores the hell of me
leave me alone and we'll get along just fine

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Wednesday, February 16, 2005

i am no writer

i honestly wish i could write like others do. the other postings i read seem to be genuinely happy for the littlest of things such as a new pair of jeans, a quick glance from their crush, coffee with with a friend...kiddie stuff. but i aint a kid no more. stopped being one for as long as i can remember. its probably nice to go back when fun is as simple as building sand castles and sharing lunch packed in a beautiful lunch kits. because now, fun is coupled with disdain and wary that the real world awaits...oh how the real world awaits. i sometimes wish it would leave without me so i'd be left alone to build my own. maybe then i can write about a new pair of jeans, or a quick glance from a crush, or coffee with a friend..the kiddie stuffs. but while waiting for that miracle to happen, i will continue to write the way that i do.

cryola popcorn smirks @ 11:05 AM

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