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Natalie

About Me


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I showed promise as a small child, never throwing tantrums in the supermarket aisle.
People would see that sparkle eyed look of fascination for the world,
which would result in being pinched about the face.
I guess a few years have passed since then where it would seem everything went wrong.
I still can't comprehend why someone would use a packet of chips to make a sandwich.
- Nat
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EUROPE - SHOW US YOUR BAND

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

OF BOB DYLAN
There are those who do not imitate,
Who cannot imitate
But then there are those who emulate
At times, to expand further the light
Of an original glow.
Knowing that to imitate the living is mockery
And to imitate the dead is robbery
There are those who are beings complete unto themselves
Whole, undaunted, - a source as leaves of grass, as stars,
As mountains, alike, alike, alike,
Yet unalike
Each is complete and contained
And as each unalike star shines
Each ray of light is forever gone
To leave way for a new ray
And a new ray, as from a fountain
Complete unto itself, full, flowing.
So are some souls like stars and their words, works and songs
Like strong, quick flashes of light
From brilliant, erupting cone.
So where are your mountains to match some men?

This man can rhyme the tick of time
The edge of pain, the what of sane
And comprehend the good in men, the bad in men
Can feel the hate of flight, the love of right
And the creep of blight at the speed of light
The pain of dawn, the gone of gone
The end of friend, the end of end
By math of trend
What grip to hold what he is told
How long to hold, how strong to hold
How much to hold of what is told.
And Know
The yield of rend;the break of bend
The scar of mend
I'm proud to say that I know it,
Here-in is a hell of a poet.
And lots of other things
And lots of other things.

JOHNNY CASH

My Blog

email cash gave me a blow job

peoples ignorance never fails to astound me.now fuck off, especially if your overweight.
Posted by on Mon, 11 Dec 2006 03:32:00 GMT

i guess the challenge is to stay awake whilst wearing sunglasses

whatever that meansi think i should stop making these stupid blogs.. they dont even mean anythingi reckon i might go hire some dvdshmmmsuggestions?no, not king solomon's mines, i've told you alreadydo...
Posted by on Tue, 19 Sep 2006 07:18:00 GMT

Dear Bully fat Bully you dirty

I got your last thirtyfour letters and saw in a second the millions of lies. I hope you starve and your boner breaks in half with lots of screams and lets the beetles out after what you told her about...
Posted by on Sat, 16 Sep 2006 05:40:00 GMT

answer your phone, i'm calling you, right now, this, is, n, o ,t, a, pre-recorded, message

well thats not perverse enough for my liking...once again it looks like i've been left behind with a sink full of dirty dishes*hugs the loser*mommy? *scrunches up face*I wouldn't do it with any less a...
Posted by on Sun, 10 Sep 2006 20:02:00 GMT

*points at you*

Now I understand, my blogs are a bunch of meaningless crap, which will probably result in you becoming more stupid after reading them, kind of like watching big brother (did i just call you stupid?)It...
Posted by on Thu, 10 Aug 2006 19:23:00 GMT

I couldn't sleep, so i decided to put pen to paper

literally - the following has been re-written from my notebook which i haven't done in ages. i'm not sure exactly what it is - poetry or just a chunk of writing, its a bit disjointed but i'll blame th...
Posted by on Wed, 19 Jul 2006 09:02:00 GMT

ok so i am the first to admit i haven't been the best friend

to try and make amends come out to rocket bar this friday where i will be and will make an attempt to be nice and friend like to people. ill buy you a drink or something ok? good*Hosted By: MAYFIELDW...
Posted by on Wed, 05 Jul 2006 03:07:00 GMT

i looked closely at a zebra today

only to find it was not black and white but actually a very dark green.
Posted by on Mon, 03 Jul 2006 01:33:00 GMT

would you like to read?

i try to be original, but there are only so many things one can do with cocktail parasols. i don't think id make a good stand up comedian. i'm not very funny for starters and i don't take critisism v...
Posted by on Sun, 02 Apr 2006 06:29:00 GMT

loveheart candy

someone had a dream about me once. i dont really know how it went, i wasn't there its good to have structure, perhaps a diary or a meal schedule i have neither of the above i have no structure thats ...
Posted by on Sun, 02 Apr 2006 06:05:00 GMT