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| Dear BRAD,
I don't like frozen yogurt. I like ice cream...like a man.
I guess you're going to be the only one to read mine, too. But that's ok.
We should hang out. We'd be da bomb.
I went to the movies tonite to watch 'hot fuzz.' It was pretty bad ass.
I'm going to be 21 tomorrow. I have to learn how to drink beers. Gross.
I should also loose some weight.
But the boobs look good. That's all that matters.
Tits.
Bloodfarts. F.A. R. T. S.
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i run. sometimes i cry. sometimes i'm sad and blue. but all i want to do is to hold you tight. treat you right. be with you day and night. i know that song without the music. man. i love britney spears. so. time is changing in leaps and bounds around the speeds with sounds. or do the speeds change sounds? you don't know. shut up. i know. not really. i don't. but i know this. we will reunite...and annihilate. we are the quad glacier. do you want it done fast or do you want it done right? i just want it done, damn. well there are five of us, i guess. maybe the cinco glacier. maybe. or 555 deal at dominos. just kidding. (i love pizza...and i miss the PIZZA MANNNNNNNNNN!). check this out: you're gay, and i'm funny. i got that news flash from www.foxnews.com bloodfart. | | |
| the appropriate emotions of being betrayed by friends would be abandonment and lonliness.
somehow, my world will not come to shambles. for i feel the
sacrifices i make for the beliefs i hold, are worth every move
and are made with mindful and heartfilled intentions. not
everyone shares the views (or cares to see the views) or the approach
where you take what is given to you only to accept it and move
on. i must move on.
people, in the world of assumptions with their desires to feel apart of a storm, will
drown in the delusions and lies in which they've planted their
roots. the storm will take them away. the earth is as solid as
they are not willing to believe.
the tears people cry are not to be wasted in slanderous fibs.
when the anger reaches it's peak, judgement is clouded by their
whirlwind. when the damage is done, they lay wounded, wrapped in
the humidity of apologies and strong wrong intentions. just like
the old days. they spread the seed of ill will and malice.
only to sprout in shit. there they are trapped, unable to grow,
and rot as time passes-as unmoving as a mountain.
those who watch from afar can only see the tracks i've made on their
land, where it is easiest to play by hearsay. the broadcasters
will push the waves of talk: she moves left, she moves right.
ignoring the consideration of the racing heart, the pulsing muscles,
and the wind of encouragement and dreams.
the wind and the dreams, touch my soul and my wounds. they know
me best. know that the decisions i make are not rash nor that i
aim to breed turmoil. those you've thought were under your wings,
sometimes will become stale air. i must keep abreast with those
that keep me afloat or be dragged down by dead weight.
the explanations are frivolous, for those that matter know.
reason and knowledge and emotions are key and follow each other,
respectively. those without reason are to fester in ignorance and
deadened feelings. left useless to the world.
this is my dream and this is wind:
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