Broken SummerShe knew that her lonely heart was broken Lying under that sycamore tree she cried She turned her back away from the summer sun Since despite his words she knew that he liedBroken Summer
It was first love, that then turned into lust Bruising her soul, with his strengthened fists He pushed her down into the burning dust She felt like she was alone on a precipice
Then you found her and took her broken hand You saved her from evil then loved her true She can now plant her feet firmly on the ground She can finally look in his eyes so blue
And though she thought that l
Growing Old in a Small TownShe sits alone, rocking and breathing Watching the generations sneak past, Like the teenagers late for curfew. He judging gaze, fixed upon them. But beneath her sun-worn and wrinkled face, Is nostalgia for her own youth. He scorn filled stare is not from anger, but envy. Even though she is old and broken, Her mind still lives in the world of swing dancing. Where Elvis was offensive and the pizza parlor was the best place in town.Growing Old in a Small Town
The rocking chair speaks, pulling her back to reality as it fades her porch. She notices as the condensation from her iced tea leaves another m
ShorlinesOn the tidal mud, just before sunset, We watched the snails race for the waves, And the seagulls settling down to sleep. I looked up at his sculpted visage, And observed as the final rays of light caressed his face.Shorlines
He stared down at me,
And traced the lines the salt left down my arms. “Can we rewind time and live this day again?” “No,” I say, “if we rewind this will have never happened.”
On the tidal mud, just before sunrise,
I watched as the waves came crashing down on the shore. Erasing the small track on which the snail raced, &
Why Simplicity is BestWhy Simplicity is BestWhy Simplicity is Best
It started off as three pieces of wood. Three small cubes,
Slowly sanded and modeled with love, Or that’s what you believe. It started off as a great tree, Cut down and man handled. Until they gleamed three spheres of perfection. They come in a plastic bag,
Jostled, tossed, and abused. But with three little colors, Meaning was added. Suddenly love was given back to the tree. A final string to connect them, Make it a whole. Black, white, red, all held together by a black cord.
Some wood, paint, and synthetic fib
sweet 
Neutral
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Wheeljack, why the FUCK did you build the Dinobots with small brains?
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EE Comics
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Bitches don't know 'bout my shitfuckery.
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Memento Mori - Lost Horizons
"I've stood in time, wind and rain
I had no feelings or name
But I can see, I can hear
the voice of death is shouting in my ear."
-Psy-chan
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-We live in an age when pizza gets to your home before the police.
-Save the
-Want to get laid? Crawl up a chicken's ass and wait.
-You can lead a man to Congress, but you can't make him think.
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Ratchet: "I wonder if batteries are included?"
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hii Jocelyn (:
Thanks for adding Zombies to your favourites!
You're cool.
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Yeah, I've done time.
You know those "DO NOT REMOVE UNDER THE PENALTY OF LAW" stickers on mattresses?
Yup. Cut it right off.
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