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I'd like to write a poem or prose so nice
The ones that ooze with good advice
The types full of wisdom and truth
The ones that can calm and soothe

Or maybe a verse full of wit
That'll make readers go "That's neat!"
But all I can come up with is this lousy thing
About the things I keep wishing

I should come to terms with it
I really can't write for shit
DAMMIT!

Free Palestine!

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v Friday, July 30, 2004 v

I can never make an honest blog full of myself & whatever I say. I don't know, somehow, my public blog will be directed in  adifferent purpose... and my voice gets lost in transition. The first few entries on this blog are like totally my style I suppose.

 
I guess it's strue when they say there's a sick little suicide in all that we do. All we need to know is which one's for you...

Laut. wtv. thiidif. wth. X. heckit.

I've had this nagging feeling before but I'm too scared & paisehd to say anything about it. in case it is true, was true, never true.
I've shown my ugly, jarring colours. But not all. Not the mashed up palette of all the diff fugged up colours that just clash and blend into a dull common colour nobody remembers but everyone has seen.

 

~wYLdeFiLLy~ 11:46 pm [+]