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"Why," you ask? Because we want profile pages to have freedom of customization, but also to have some consistency. This way, when anyone visits a deviant, they know they can always find the art in the top left, and personal info in the top right.
Don't forget, restraints can bring out the creativity in you!
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We must talk in every telephone, get eaten off the web We must rip out all the epilogues from the books that we have read And to the face of every criminal strapped firmly in a chair We must stare, we must stare, we must stare
We must take all of the medicines too expensive now to sell Set fire to the preacher who is promising us hell And in the ear of every anarchist, that sleeps but doesn't dream We must sing, we must sing, we must sing
And it'll go like this: While my mother waters plants, my father loads his gun He says, "Death will give us back to God, just like the setting sun is returned to the lonesome ocean"
And then they splashed into the deep blue sea It was a wonderful splash
We must blend into the choir, sing a static with the whole We must memorize nine numbers and deny we have a soul And to this endless race for property and privilege to be won We must run, we must run, we must run
We must hang up in the belfry, where the bats in moonlight laugh We must stare into a crystal ball, and only see the past And in the caverns of tomorrow with just our flashlights and our love We must plunge, we must plunge, we must plunge
And then we'll get down there, Way down to the very bottom of everything And then we'll see it Oh we'll see it, we'll see it, we'll see it
Oh my morning's coming back, the whole world's waking up Oh the city bus is swimming past, I'm happy just because I found out I am really no one. ~Bright Eyes
Butterflies.
Journal Entry: Fri Jul 3, 2009, 12:57 AM
Mood: Sadness
Listening to: Vitamin String Quartet
I have butterflies in the pit of my stomach, from a weird sleep schedule and an upset stomach and just drinking some soda that didn't taste quite right. Probably too old and getting flat. Orange soda was never great warm or flat.
Am I doomed to be the sad girl? To be the one that gets sad over nothing, for no reason, and can't seem to shake out of it?
Thank you soooo much for the favourite on Nature's Way.
I really appreciate it hun. Love you, Deb!
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Toujours à mon coeur, ~Tia-is-the-thing.
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~♥ ~=ashescry =EndoPzycho ~MelancholyMacabre ~♥~
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Ashley Wilson
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