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stacylovestony

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About Me

Portions For Foxes:There's blood in my mouth 'cause I've been biting my tongue all week. I keep on talking trash, but I never say anything. And the talking leads to touching, and the touching leads to sex, and then there is no mystery left.And it's bad news, baby I'm bad news I'm just bad news, bad news, bad newsI know I'm alone if I'm with or without you, but just being around you offers me another form of relief When the lonliness leads to bad dreams, and the bad dreams lead me to calling you, and I call you and say "C'MERE!"And it's bad news, baby I'm bad news I'm just bad news, bad news, bad newsAnd it's bad news,baby it's bad news It's just bad news, bad news, bad news 'cause you're just damage control for a walking corpse like me, like you, 'cause we'll all be portions for foxes. Yeah, we'll all be portions for foxes.There's a pretty young thing in front of you and she's real pretty, and she's real into you and then she's sleepin'inside of you.And the talking leads to touching, then the touching leads to sex and then there is no mystery left.And it's bad news. I don't blame you, I do the same thing. I get lonely too. And you're bad news; my friends tell me to leave you, that you're bad news, bad news, bad newsYou're bad news,baby you're bad news and you're bad news, baby you're bad news and you're bad news I don't care I like you and you're bad news I don't care I like you I like you

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My Blog

THE ROOTS

HELL YEAH, THE ROOTS ARE PLAYING TONIGHT AT PIPES AND I'M TAKING MY BOY BOY. $40 DOLLARS BUT IT'S WORTH IT.
Posted by on Sun, 05 Feb 2006 16:10:00 GMT

a song

Looking out the door I see the rain, fall upon a feild of mourners, parading in the wake of sad relations, as their shoes fill up with water. Well maybe i'm too young to keep good love from going wro...
Posted by on Tue, 31 Jan 2006 17:50:00 GMT