i go to america |
*The New and Improved Ultimate About Me*:
Basics: Name: Johnathon Date of Birth: 11 April 1985 Birthplace: Goshen G...
Posted by casket-core kid on Sat, 05 May 2007 08:15:00 PST |
for dawn.... |
my dawn monet is like creme brulee as the clouds roll away in chesapeake bayi'm morgan le fay, hard porcelain clay. you're double crochet and i'm naivetewe can ride away to santa fe or san jose o...
Posted by casket-core kid on Tue, 11 Oct 2005 07:12:00 PST |
this thing i wrote on |
ok, so... mel had this stolen from dawn, who in turn had it stolen from me... so im not sure if you'd say i took it from mel... since it's third hand... so, ill say i got this cute little thing from d...
Posted by casket-core kid on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
everyone stands next to me for about one minute. |
I had always hoped that you would walk in the summer into a rolling sunset sea. Or place your lips around an endless barrel as I carelessly strum a minor d. Instead I pray for your safe return from th...
Posted by casket-core kid on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
Blob |
probib preblobble pribble blabble
....yeah
if you say that like a bajillion times, i promise it'll make you laugh... especially if you imagine someone silly like myself saying it..
Posted by casket-core kid on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
Hmmm....... |
wow.... that's amazing....
Posted by casket-core kid on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
dot |
um.....
someone get a sleep disorder so i can have someone to talk to.
please.
Posted by casket-core kid on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
...when playing with solar flares... |
...begging for a paranormal apparition...
...anything beyond ordinary...
...speeding ticket delivered...
...depression quickly follows...
Posted by casket-core kid on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
*important band notice* |
Hanging Hand In Hand is the worst band ever, don't check out their myspace to find out when shows are.
www.myspace.com/hanginghandinhand
Posted by casket-core kid on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
*laughing* |
For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but i see the bright eyes Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie...
Posted by casket-core kid on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
