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 Posted: Wed Jun 22, 2005 11:28 pm
I married my best friend on the sun spilling Oregon beaches in my head.
I sang a song of sand the moment I met him.
Everyone thought I watched him play games, I always knew I watched him smile.
There are sounds in this world, only thumping in my heart
They sound like the music I sing alone in my room with friends
The music of a long drive to Raleigh where we all give in
There is a primal song
My primal song
Our primal song.
Where am I going.
Who knows who cares whos got the beer
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Posted: Thu Jun 23, 2005 7:11 pm
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Uberdell the Pain Fairy Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Jun 24, 2005 8:34 pm
*snaps his fingers in applause*
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Posted: Tue Jul 12, 2005 6:55 am
*claps quietly*
Can I try too?
be meh guest
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Posted: Tue Jun 05, 2007 8:43 pm
there is a good chance my toes are individual people...
small yet aware of the world around them.
When I step on something sharp it rocks my world...
rocks.
I wonder whose toes were they before they were mine.
Do they belong to the world around us?
Are my toes good?
Evil?
Because they are expressive.
They want to paint murals in sand... in paint... with little shreds of paper.
Either way they stick with me...
in the mud...
in the air...
on my feet.
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