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WOW WHAT A BORING ASS PAGE.......change it for me will ya? please?



 a poem for my homie tine

 There is a killer in my bathroom
a junky on the floor

who would ever want such?
I think I'll ask for more!

Cause there is a monster in my bed
I think last night he was mad at me

cause he hit me in the head!

thank you thank you

-JT

 
 

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namastelaoshi on
Thanks For Adding Me As AFriend.
Each time I see your MINDSAY handle I cannot prevent myself from reading it as Xiao Blue.  In Mandarin Chinese "xiao" means little or small or younger. So, to me you will be "Little Blue".  I hope that is okay with you.  I will learn how to say and spell "blue" and let you know that later.  Is okay? 
xiolablue on
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i LOVE that!!!!!!! little blue is awesome!

yes yes its ok!
rendereduseless on
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greetinz baba
xiolablue on
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hey!

rendereduseless on
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guess who~
xiolablue on
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my man JT? 
rendereduseless on
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for sure
xiolablue on
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werd.
eyesthefuture on
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We miss you.

Heres some Candy...
"lots of raechel shots the last few days...
eyesthefuture on
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Hey there Dear are you OK
xiolablue on
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i have been sick all year.....

 

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Sonnet XXV

Before I loved you, love, nothing was my own:
I wavered through the streets, among objects:
nothing mattered or had a name:
the world was made of air, which waited.

I knew rooms full of ashes,
tunnels where the moon lived,
rough warehouses that growled 'get lost',
questions that insisted in the sand.

Everything was empty, dead, mute,
fallen abandoned, and decayed:
inconceivably alien, it all

belonged to someone else - to no one:
till your beauty and your poverty
filled the autumn plentiful with gifts.

Pablo Neruda
 
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