| ApexZ3: OK PAOLO"S ON THE JOB! SpiNz001: what SpiNz001: dont SpiNz001: do shit SpiNz001: dont tell anyone SpiNz001: dont speak of it SpiNz001: dont dream of it SpiNz001: dont think of it SpiNz001: dont talk to yourself abou tit SpiNz001: lol ApexZ3: oh i shalt! ApexZ3: and what are you gunna do about it SpiNz001: who knows, ill figure something out ApexZ3: alright nutjob |
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| ApexZ3: OK PAOLO"S ON THE JOB! SpiNz001: what SpiNz001: dont SpiNz001: do shit SpiNz001: dont tell anyone SpiNz001: dont speak of it SpiNz001: dont dream of it SpiNz001: dont think of it SpiNz001: dont talk to yourself abou tit SpiNz001: lol ApexZ3: oh i shalt! ApexZ3: and what are you gunna do about it SpiNz001: who knows, ill figure something out ApexZ3: alright nutjob |
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| OMFG How i missed you my beautiful Xanga page
How the blisstering heat in my heart burns
How i crave you as i crave a nice muffin...
AHHH how you guys must have missed me
well im fucking back and DAMN happy aswell lol |
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| "Cross Out The Eyes"
Let's call this the quiet city: Where screams are felt as a wave of stoplights Drive through the the streets as gunshots punctuate the night The sides we take divide us from our faith And the mourning dove gets caught in the telephone wire
Asleep you set the fire in your own house And the night was a knife that cut And I'm paralyzed
Cross out the eyes Blur all the lines Tearing this canvas from the wall We crossed out the eyes Put lines through these cries We pulled all the leaves from the trees that fall
A silent dance that we did into this hospital bed Hear voices from another room "It happens all the time" But July in the sand Then the leaves that fall And counting down our days to live.... Drain the blood from this valentine.
"We can rise on the wings of the dove See blue skies getting caught in the trail of all this smoke We can rise like candles in the dark your always" and an envelope marked with your new address
It was the first time face to face I'm crossing the line Talking to the other side of death Hearing the words that choke memories into flatlines I'm calling your name hoping for something to wash these dreams of you away
Our fence was blown down in a winter storm and this field stretched out of this world into the sound of a trace of blood in a love song What can we do to put a stop to the coming white days? I'm hoping the snow will push these dreams of you away
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