silly time magazine... |
LOL in questiongaffe
[gaf] Show IPA noun a social blunder; faux pas.article should be subtitled as "Read as: Teen Boys More Likely to Score With Hot Teac...
Posted by on Tue, 02 Jun 2009 23:23:00 GMT |
j-pop>u.s. pop |
JAPAN FTWi mean, can this get any more win? no, no it can't.
Posted by on Wed, 27 May 2009 19:06:00 GMT |
it grows, it blooms, it wilts and then it is dead. |
we will all come to hear it
the call of the Ether
and we will come-
some kicking and screaming,
other's will come crawling,
and some of us headlong with arms wide open
awaiting and welcoming Her ...
Posted by on Wed, 23 May 2007 17:39:00 GMT |
let us keep resisting |
let us pretend that the life we live eludes to things away: suppose in youth the soul depraves; but now suppose the truth's beyond the grave.
to laugh the same tears of how we met upon the pier....
Posted by on Mon, 07 May 2007 22:17:00 GMT |
hmmm..... |
[begin transmission....]
"the children of women we see every day as flesh and bone, born of the womb. the children of men are wood and steel, born of the hands and tools crafted by men. a woman may ca...
Posted by on Mon, 07 May 2007 21:02:00 GMT |
time to sink so low and.... |
time to open your eyes and see the fading of truth by the growing of lies. so if you can ever can choose between the valley and kingdom your fate shall arise.
Posted by on Mon, 23 Oct 2006 21:26:00 GMT |
friends...why do we need them? |
cause we'd laugh alone if we decieve them. and if they try to hide it we always see them. it's all that's said in just another day.
A friend is someone who is never far,no never so far at allA ...
Posted by on Sat, 14 Oct 2006 00:08:00 GMT |
think it's time that i'm carrying over |
To steal those arms from the carouselWe hear those drums and we're setting sailIf the fear comes down, then you better start makin' it right'Cause things might be carrying overWe hear those chimes fro...
Posted by on Wed, 11 Oct 2006 19:39:00 GMT |
she's some times miss maybe, the mistress of when |
she's a triptych of new touch from heaven to men...
she likes nice cars, invincible trends, she bites the heads off her mutual friends. we dine at the table, she sits at the end, she likes big words a...
Posted by on Fri, 06 Oct 2006 17:58:00 GMT |
i miss this kind of wind... |
the kind that whips around and makes it hard to stand. it reminds me of summers on cape cod and times of not caring of anything more than getting sand in my face and maybe in my food.
Posted by on Mon, 24 Oct 2005 08:53:00 GMT |
