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 Posted: Sun Feb 22, 2009 3:16 pm
Recursive Paradox The precipice has been viewed and stepped off of. I will either fly or splatter on the rocks below. But either way, I will not stop moving. Whether I crawl, broken and bloody or fly, wind swept and giddy, I will reach my goal. I am committed. My course of action is chosen.
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Posted: Mon Feb 23, 2009 7:38 pm
No one seems to realize I was born male anymore. o_O It's strange being accepted.
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Posted: Sun Mar 01, 2009 9:54 am
Šetnala se, džanum, Kuzum Stana,
lele, šetnala se Kuzum Stana,
gore dole, džanum, po čaršiju,
lele, gore dole po čaršiju.
Izgubila Stana kovan đerdan,
lele, izgubila kovan đerdan.
Tuj se šeta, džanum, mlado Turče,
lele, tuj se šeta mlado Turče.
"Ti tuj prođe, džanum, ti ga nađe,
lele, ti tuj prođe, ti ga nađe."
"Nesam, Stano, džanum, Bog mi duša,
lele, nesam, Stano, Bog mi duša.
Da se kunem, Stano, ne veruješ,
lele, da se krstim, će se smeješ.
Ako sam ti, Stano, našja đerdan,
lele, ako sam ti našja đerdan,
kako njega, Stano, da se vijem,
lele, oko tvoje belo grlo?"
Slava!
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Posted: Sun Mar 01, 2009 12:26 pm
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Posted: Mon Mar 02, 2009 9:46 am
---------------->
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<-----------
<--
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<---------------
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x_x
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Posted: Mon Mar 02, 2009 4:33 pm
<_<
>_>
. . .
balls. that is all.
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Posted: Tue Mar 03, 2009 11:48 am
As regards my previous post about precipices and falling/flying...
...it's looking more and more like its going to be crawling broken and bloody on the rocks below at the moment.
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Posted: Mon Mar 09, 2009 11:52 am
Hey *D*, whats got into you? You care about your apperance, you're working out, buying clothes, spending all your time on msn, wtf?
Me: *sneaks away*.
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Posted: Mon Mar 09, 2009 10:24 pm
Show me how to lie
You’re getting better all the time
And turning all against the one
Is an art that’s hard to teach
Another clever word
Sets off an unsuspecting herd
And as you get back into line
A mob jumps to their feet
Now dance, ********, dance
Man, he never had a chance
And no one even knew
It was really only you
And now you steal away
Take him out today
Nice work you did
You’re gonna go far, kid
With a thousand lies
And a good disguise
Hit ‘em right between the eyes
Hit ‘em right between the eyes
When you walk away
Nothing more to say
See the lightning in your eyes
See ‘em running for their lives
Slowly out of line
And drifting closer in your sights
So play it out I’m wide awake
It’s a scene about me
There’s something in your way
And now someone is gonna pay
And if you can’t get what you want
Well it’s all because of me
Now dance, ********, dance
Man, I never had a chance
And no one even knew
It was really only you
And now you’ll lead the way
Show the light of day
Nice work you did
You’re gonna go far, kid
Trust, deceived!
With a thousand lies
And a good disguise
Hit ‘em right between the eyes
Hit ‘em right between the eyes
When you walk away
Nothing more to say
See the lightning in your eyes
See ‘em running for their lives
Now dance, ********, dance
He never had a chance
And no one even knew
It was really only you
So dance, ********, dance
I never had a chance
It was really only you
With a thousand lies
And a good disguise
Hit ‘em right between the eyes
Hit ‘em right between the eyes
When you walk away
Nothing more to say
See the lightning in your eyes
See ‘em running for their lives
Clever alibis
Lord of the flies
Hit ‘em right between the eyes
Hit ‘em right between the eyes
When you walk away
Nothing more to say
See the lightning in your eyes
See ‘em running for their lives
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Posted: Mon Mar 09, 2009 11:57 pm
People...
They're just like clouds...
Only not as substantial...
And further away...
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Posted: Tue Mar 10, 2009 6:40 am
Journeys hate soft rain.
Small leaves sing and kind snow sings.
Fearing summer waits.
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Posted: Tue Mar 10, 2009 9:11 pm
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Violet Song jat Shariff Crew
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Posted: Tue Mar 10, 2009 10:43 pm
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Posted: Wed Mar 11, 2009 11:11 am
The feeling slowly grows.
I will never leave this house.
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Posted: Wed Mar 11, 2009 3:15 pm
I have regained my power to create. Whole worlds spring forth from my fingertips and lips. Twisting lines of fate weaved by me . Regained? No. I never lost that power at all. It was merely forgotten. Now remembered.
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