what i want. |
honesty.
its hard to come by these days. and in the few instances that i have felt the raw exposure of it, i have tasted only bitterness. but it answers with the phrase, "well now i know".
dirt.
its e... Posted by on Sat, 02 Feb 2008 18:53:00 GMT |
.cold hands cold heart. |
She said hello to you. You turned your shoulder. Hard to the pavement she said goodbye. Sometimes you never take time to have time. If life is like a line, your's must have been drawn a little too thi... Posted by on Tue, 28 Mar 2006 17:56:00 GMT |
Stories don't come true. |
Once there was a amazinging beautiful piece of artwork displayed in a private museum . It was a tiny sculpted creation, yet however in its' smallness it still contained d... Posted by on Thu, 05 Jan 2006 22:19:00 GMT |
i DEEM this story valuable to my existance on this day. |
There once was a day. And on that day, a girl was unofficially a part-time member of the honorable FNFC.What is this you say? The real orgin of it's name shan't ever be spoken from that girl because i... Posted by on Sun, 20 Nov 2005 18:25:00 GMT |
To Kelso when |
And here the little men go:Kelso I love you! I also heart orange! Don't do pot do daisies! Yeah Canadians! Majoram was my best friend and then I found God...back in '83 I got hypothermia. Beauty is co... Posted by on Sat, 29 Oct 2005 18:22:00 GMT |