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Saturday, 12 December 2009

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    The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
    By Sylvia Plath
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    Cigarettes and Poe

               Hello, you vermin I declared unfit for a tie, yet tidy enough to sit upon the foot of my bed and read me poems by Poe. The way the words rolled off your tongue was always significant, the robust way you pronounced the s sounds, but you were always failing. Your breath always smelled faintly of stale cigarettes, ones brought in a five and dime store, ones they sold you because you were clearly under the age of eighteen. And I miss you, but not enough to write you.

Friday, 04 December 2009

Thursday, 03 December 2009

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    She Hangs Brightly
    By Mazzy Star
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    I Am Sexually Appealing

          I'm developing a crush again on someone I know. She has boyriend and yet I am her myrmidon, I hasten to almsot everyone of her calls. I do this for everyone, I have freedom to be there, freedom to watch chaos only to not interject, interjection is a dangerous business, it's far better to observe. I thought about asking her to suck my dick, but that's simply rude but my mind has been running wild these days.
           I watched Glee today with a group of Graduate students at their apartment building, there was one girl there who appeared to be very lissom, but who am I to guess? I've been sleeping more than I should lately, but I have also discovered that I am effulgence. Some time ago I would have minded, now I don't, it concerns me very little. Not much concerns me, I don't even concern me, I do like my cigarettes though.
           I wish I was sexually appealing, as in when a girl looks at me she longs to remove my clothes. No, I am not tenebrous, I just want some form of attention that the other guys get. Instead of the, "i thought you were gay". It's not what you want to hear, but it's what you hear. Life is full of wonderful things, me being a tiny part of it.

Friday, 13 November 2009

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    Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge
    By My Chemical Romance
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    Dime Lipped Girl

           I dream, alot. I like dreaming, it feels in the cracks the Dentist fucked up more then your insurance should have allowed. When I dream I'm back on my bike rolling down some hill with the wind forcing me to raise or close my cracked eyelids, and the ever impending fall I could take that would scrape/bruise my knees and yet I miss that. Nostalgia is no myth, it's as real as the first time you experience an erection. That moment of ecstasy when you discovered what sex was about, and you thought I could get used to this. I am used to nostalgic images flooding my head, those pesty little ghosts of yesterday no longer torment me. My impermance was outnumbered, and far outmatched too compete with the reality of time. Time is a bitch, it's the girl who said for a dime she would suck your dick, and you let her although she had no idea what she was doing. Time harvests our deepest and most sincere emotions, and it means or little or nothing more, time is a bitch, nostalgia is the clich, and I don't mind. I can dream, I have nostalgic dreams, I am a dreamer.

Friday, 30 October 2009

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  • TheVampireQueen
    Hello again. I need to start coming on here again. But life has just been so hectic. If you ever want to contact me...you can e-mail me. andreaanguiano93@gmail.com
  • TheVampireQueen
    Ahh yes...Solitude. What a beautiful word. Along with sorrow and vengeance. Other people don't matter to me. Their possible thoughts do not even cross my mind. I look at the people who are surrounded by people or so called "friends" and I wonder how true they are....Do you understand my ramblings?
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    I can't die. I'm a vampire. Hence the name TheVampireQueen. Yea you would definitely fit in with us...the biggest bunch of misfits in my school.
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    I have returned. I was reading some of your blogs...and you would really fit in with me and my 2 friends. You think along the same lines.....
  • xjenniexlovex
    pretty good =] you? omgggggg ahhhh im so excited i have a whole story to tell you lmao do you have aim by any chance? =]
  • xjenniexlovex
    well i dont want to give you false hope by saying that something will happen but there are possibilities just for now be there for her through watever and if you ever build up the courage to tell her well i dont think she'd turn away from you things would probably be awkward for a bit but then thing
  • xjenniexlovex
    yea exactly it just takes time =]
  • xjenniexlovex
    and about being shy well people can come out of that it just takes time and courage =]
  • xjenniexlovex
    well you're right for thinking it will change things if u do tell her but i doubt it would "ruin" them if your closei told him because i needed closure... i didn't want to sit back and just stay quiet because i didn't want to regret not saying anytihng... i didnt want to be tihnking about what could
  • xjenniexlovex
    awwww =/ haha well the guy i like knows it i actually told him... its a really cute story =] but he knew i liked him before i knew i liked him and everyone else knew i liked him before i knew i liked him lmao and ever since i told him, we've gotten closer and closer now hes one of my best friends ha