and I'm sitting on my ass at work.
My how dull life has become.


Don't Speakhung back and left to dry count me in or above kill boredom with desire doubt your prices loveDon't Speak
freedom finders typing cloaking shame won through marchers fighting for a cause undone
unlie beautiful thoughts i thought were all mine by filling in the dots your name some other guy
it was pegged long before hope caused and born my friend was right whore hopeless dies forlorn


Inside the Pink Table The bright pink table stared blankly at the sodden figure standing above it. Intrigued by the tiny drenched body that emerged through the kitchen door; the table gawked as if thinking, I didnt know that it was going to rain today. Of course, neither did the soaking boy leaning against the counter shaking his head into the sink, and when he turned to observe the neon pink table the confused look he gave said, I didnt know that we were getting an ugly pink table today. The table reflected his sopping wet hair likeInside the Pink Table


Broken WordsIt's as if chivalry never existed Pleated jacket messages When she swayed in that aweful way The intentional excitation deliberate in focused timing What's your excuse for god?Broken Words
I memorized every word Right down to the the's "What's your favorite cancer delivery device?" Her shark white teeth glared Like a careworn hangnail Is it to precious to chew?
Make the recieving gesture "Tell me again who you were?" Next time I'll carve my name on your skull Then the fog unviels Maybe there is no repeat "tell me again you I am?"


Lovers in a Dangerous TimeLovers in a Dangerous TimeLovers in a Dangerous Time
By Coventry Cullipher, aka InspectorZenigata
Lupin the 3rd Fanfic inspired by "Lovers in a Dangerous Time" By the Barenaked Ladies And my RPG friends.
Disclaimer: Wren belongs to me. In fact, I created her to be a version of me. But she has evolved, becoming her own person. Other then that, Toshiko may belong to Monkey Punch, but was brought to life by Skymouth. :D Other then that first other then that, it’s all Mr. Punch’s to claim.
It could have been a painting for as little as the scene outside the window had changed in the five hours sh


Early Schoolday WalksAsphalt and gravel. I tried not to look down. Balancing On my imaginary line, I tried toEarly Schoolday Walks
hush my steps, So no-one would hear me fall. So no-one would see me Torn apart on the ground, Or six feet under. I tried to Count birds Or keep track of the flashing lights, So no-one would notice The gravel in my hair. So no-one would see me Fall.


You Don't Know What I Do...You Don't Know What I Do...You Don't Know What I Do...
When you leave me alone You don't know what I do When I'm locked in my room You don't know what I do When I don't talk You don't know what I'm Holding inside When I don't sing You don't know what I'm Keeping to myself
If only you knew what goes on in my head If only you knew What I think about Everyday.
Have you ever had a friend die and you feel you could have stopped it? Have you ever wondered why they did it? Have you ever tried it? Cutting Yourself... To let the pain


Search for a mental havenCharity was like a form of torture to himself. Though its effects were charming and Their smiles were pleasing, they only Reminded him of what he could never have.Search for a mental haven
A slit of passionate lack of passion, There he sees the essence of his Mistreated heart drip onto the floor, Where he had lain with her a month before.
But what of this passion could he say Was her fault? Was it all in his mind, This circuitous path towards self-destruction? Perhaps, but little could be done now.
The essence formed a pool of sorrow that He now ran his finger through,
by `Nestalgica
by `Nestalgica
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_//LEMONTEA||MORE.ADDICTIVE.THAN.HEROIN_+''
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tears are the laughter of the soul.
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_//LEMONTEA||MORE.ADDICTIVE.THAN.HEROIN_+''
just a short time to find out why? maybe the why is just being?
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tears are the laughter of the soul.
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Cynical, blunt, and completely charming...
The Expressions of Sweet Juliet
B.M. May he rest in peace.
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tears are the laughter of the soul.
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Cynical, blunt, and completely charming...
The Expressions of Sweet Juliet
B.M. May he rest in peace.
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tears are the laughter of the soul.
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Your approval's not needed for my divulging
I express what I feel, without sugar coating
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