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#4 Dec. 5th, 2005 @ 10:16 pm
Every step you take, you take for me.
Every breath you take, you take for me.
Every thing you make you make for me.
Every day you live you live for me.
Every night you sleep you dream of me.
Every thing you do, you do for me.
And every thing I am, I am for you.

#3 Feb. 20th, 2005 @ 10:39 pm
In a time when times are tough, time is tough, and time is simply not enough we’ve got naught but to revel in the innocents birthed by the incest of our family of most wanted truths; good always prevails, love defeats all evil, and you can do any thing you put your mind to. Though our daughter hope is aged and tried rarely proven to be true we’ve still not got any choice but keep the memory of hope, in hopes of one day seeing good prevail, loves triumph over evil and your dreams and aspirations come true.

And so I say let it burn! This insidious, inconsistent, insatiable, insurgent of my hate for you. And it burns this cesspool churns with remorse, pains of failure blight of every thing trite nothings right albeit it is calming. Inefficiently inauspiciously intangibly inconspicuously irreversibly, and infallibly. Albeit I’ll bet, its an ill bet, while your far to far fetched I’ll still be set

#2 Feb. 11th, 2005 @ 09:28 am
I hope they leave, and I hope they leave, and I hope they leave and never come back. Currently progressive there is no hope, though there never was a chance I still call it unfair. All things, one thing leads to another, all things come after some thing else. Despair after hope, fear from dread after anxiety, and malice, contempt and hatred after love. And so I hope they leave and leave, and I hope nothing comes after them, and I hope they never come back because if they do return, and some day they will, I’m sure some thing else will come after them.

#1 Feb. 9th, 2005 @ 03:40 pm
And in all your divinity I get nothing but a smorgasbord of sham. Scared of, for, from, you I find it changing like before. Love is lost though it was never found to begin with it’s still a fallacy flaunted by the ruse of hopes relentless assault. Recessive traits take rise and proceed, provocatively, to give birth to tyranny’s harsh, vicious, vindictive, vague, vagrancy’s syndicating sympathic singularities ripe with anguish we, he, she me, they rue woe’s wrought from wants, needs, dreams and aspirations of one another.
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