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02-09-2008, 12:29 AM
It's not cute new big sister ...It is a testiment of my love<(^_^<)
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02-11-2008, 10:23 PM
Sorry I droped of the face of the earth guys. I'm back at least for a litte while.
-A saying used in our Dojo
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02-12-2008, 03:09 AM
WOW...I've missed u so much Natsume...Time has been tearing me apart, I deeply missed u. I've thought about u every day, seriously everyday
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02-12-2008, 01:35 PM
Oh tru thanks 4 dal luv man...I do it all for the luv, and for my sanity...
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02-12-2008, 02:14 PM
Poetry? Hm, I'll contribute too.
 This is an old poem, pretty darkish. My style has changed since then, but oh well.  The fairies' song It’s been several years since the fairies sang the lament of the rain under a shivering sun -dull, dirty yellow- Several weeks since he last saw the sparrow’s dance on my heartbeat -and a bloom, any bloom except for those ghastly guardians of white marble- Several moments since the thick, black cold since the eyelid closure since the raw fear the regret since the smudge on my face- and then rain again. But the fairies, those sly, little creatures, are tired of singing anymore.
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02-12-2008, 05:20 PM
Wow I've gotta say I'm impressed by all the creativity, and that was a great poem too Marlene. If you want you can check mine out in a previous post.
-A saying used in our Dojo
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02-12-2008, 05:34 PM
Thanks! I read it; it's very, very original.
 This is a more recent one: Kim She's not for you yet pretty little thing aged thirteen still she plays with plastic dolls on a worn sofa the stench of old whiskey mixed with broccoli and dust somewhere in the promised land of lost Dreams she dreams of angels with crimson lipstick and axes behind their back Kim aged fourteen now she stomps on ants her bedroom vomits posters of rock stars but she won't forget to go to church every Sunday like her mom and her aunt and Dave who slaps his wife when his only white shirt stinks of his own sweat and old Jenna who doesn't understand why her kind and sweet boy grew up to become a drug zombie (since when has he had that hollow look in his eyes?) but yes she won't forget to go to church and daydream of someone's wet lips as she sings along with the chorus chastely- she doesn't know it yet but don't worry we're getting her ready for you, Future lover Future husband, soon we will present you with your very own Wasted Woman copyright Millennium to command.
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02-12-2008, 06:06 PM
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I offer you my pride and my dreams, have them all. 
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