I can see for miles
There's comfort in my dark seat
And chaos in the aisles
When I close my eyes
I remember how to smile
Under my umbrella
I'm an accomplished exile
These eyes are not your eyes
And these eyes are not the color that
Your arid eyes might be
No, I was not around
When those eyes of yours decided so
I refuse to kneel before the sights you choose to see
If this is right, I'd rather be wrong
If this is sight, I'd rather be blind









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..Try to be nice..
thanks <3. what you did with Silenced is amazing! and I love the photo of your nephew.
mad props!
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If you squint at your screen, the pretty letters look like they are dancing. Dance away, sweet alphabet! How your seductive gyrations beckon with the promise of linguistic fulfillment!
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Meatwad unplugged, no buns allowed.
~Chamber Magazine~ Shocking the world...one artist at a time!
you gotta love teh WOT, have you read the 11th one yet?
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The Moving Finger writes, and, having writ,
Moves on; nor all your Piety nor Wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
Nor all your Tears blot out a Word of it.
For 2006 wish you health, love and peace.
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It's time to do something to save our
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