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- I crack the whip and you skip, but you deserve it
- The night has opened my eyes and I will never slee...
- England is mine, and it owes me a living
- There are brighter sides to life, and I should kno...
- As merry as the days were long, I was right and yo...
- A friendship sadly lost? Well this is true, and ye...
- Punctured bicycle on a hillside desolate. Will nat...
- Why pamper life's complexities when the leather ru...
- The dating game: poetic & romantic as a meat cleaver
- Pale green dot
- Vivid and in your prime, you will leave me behind
- Who and what to blame?
- Ma-Says #2
- And when we're in the scholarly room, who will swa...
- Am I still ill?
- The rain falls hard on a humdrum town
- Internet dating is all about making depressing dis...
- She could have been a poet or she could have been ...
- I am sick and I am dull and I am plain, how dearly...
- When will you accept yourself
- Good times for a change
- Anything is hard to find when you will not open yo...
- William, it was really nothing
- See, the luck I've had can make a good man turn bad
- I'm the most inept that ever stepped
- "Oh ! would you like to marry me? And if you like,...
- I don’t dream about anyone, except myself
- The hills are alive with celibate cries
- You said I was ill, and you were not wrong
- I was happy in the haze of a drunken hour
- Prudence never pays
- I need advice.,nobody ever looks at me twice
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9 comments:
Very cute!
Cute!?!
Zapped, what you have here is a prozac pill dancing wantonly with a bottle of wine that it hopes will take it to oblivion.
You're too happy for this blog. Go away.
very, very cute!
*lol
I want to dance it up with pills and booze!
Yes, Steve! Yell at the commenters! Get them the fuck outta here!
Maybe you should even chase them over to their blogs and scold them a bit there, too. I would laugh.
I added a new link thingy to your site on my blog, so now you can be happy just a little, naturally.
Oh and I spent the entire night last night re-reading your blog/your ma's and all the comments.
I feel dumb I didnt notice before, but I also feel like I understand you a bit more now.
Mama's boy.
Yes, and proud of it.
Jeannette, I place my face in the palm of my hand and move it from side to side for a few seconds before saying: RE-READING blogs!?
This is throwaway, pop kultsha Nettesky, you DON'T re-read. You just glance. And sometimes you only glance through one eye (with eyelid set at half-mast).
But the blogging experience is REALLY best appreciated with both eyes closed and fingers firmly planted in your ears.
I want to dance with Tina Vaziri...
I feel so nostalgic
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