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Post by themirrorthief on Oct 5, 2016 22:37:26 GMT -5
you know, my avatar actually looks like me...I need to find a hat like that one
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Post by buxom9sorceress on Oct 6, 2016 0:21:44 GMT -5
you know, my avatar actually looks like me...I need to find a hat like that one i always thought you were a shady character... - ~~~ the famous chinese coolie hat will flatter short tall thin or fat worn by digger, bright lamp, or prat? feeling and looking cool in that? ~~~ [ by Bux ]
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Post by themirrorthief on Oct 6, 2016 9:46:51 GMT -5
I am the prince of shade!!
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Post by buxom9sorceress on Oct 7, 2016 8:09:37 GMT -5
I am the prince of shade!! Yes - thats a great title. be proud of it as you skulk and create in the shadows.
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Post by themirrorthief on Nov 7, 2016 12:42:52 GMT -5
summer winds flow over me so fine and soft watching your hair float there with birds singing just behind life is a melody tender and sometimes torturing me with its sadness and days that never last they go so fast the pretty things wither then come again but where will I be then? ashes to ashes dust to dust our greatest dreams left to rust taken away all of them by a sweet day's summer wind and a sad melody sung by the birds resting in a tree somewhere over there
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Post by themirrorthief on Nov 7, 2016 20:25:26 GMT -5
I like Betty Boop I love the way she dances gosh, she's pretty sexy and she's definitely not addicted to texting her legs are so hot and eyes big and bright she hangs out with Bimbo and they do alright I would date her if I could although I doubt she would she has no time for losers but when it comes to love I know I could school her cause she is so sweet just dancing to the beat she doesn't do twitter or facebook she just does her thing and uses tons of slang I like Betty Boop she's hot like sweet and sour soup
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Post by themirrorthief on Dec 6, 2016 23:05:53 GMT -5
a person can get to feeling a little bit numb at times in good cheer a darker shade of grey so it goes damp dusky days foggy mental haze burning, a kind of blaze its all one and the same blessed is he that sleeps until he is well that should have been in a holy text somewhere put there long ago by some forgotten numb fellow I cant get to excited just to damned dull and boring kinda flat not soaring simple questions have complex answers when you dont even feel like hearing them you know
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Post by themirrorthief on Dec 6, 2016 23:08:10 GMT -5
its all just emotions raw and brutal shaped into words and dumped on the world that has its own troubles probably a lot more than me at least
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Post by ChrisLAdams on Dec 7, 2016 11:04:43 GMT -5
I like Betty Boop I love the way she dances gosh, she's pretty sexy and she's definitely not addicted to texting her legs are so hot and eyes big and bright she hangs out with Bimbo and they do alright I would date her if I could although I doubt she would she has no time for losers but when it comes to love I know I could school her cause she is so sweet just dancing to the beat she doesn't do twitter or facebook she just does her thing and uses tons of slang I like Betty Boop she's hot like sweet and sour soup That's awesome! I'll never again stand before a Chinese buffet and look at Sweet n' Sour soup in quite the same way. Be interesting to hear a Lady GaGa/WonTon thing. ~Chris
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Post by themirrorthief on Dec 10, 2016 10:57:11 GMT -5
the wizard cast his spell his wife withered and died He took for himself a young maid a fraction of his age beautiful but virtually a slave yet she was clever and blessed with a keen eye oh yes, a very quick eye when wicked potions smoked and churned many long nights he left her alone she practiced and dreamed and her tortured soul began to take wing at last it all bore fruit she honed ancient arts expressed on her flute the perfect day came the wizard and his dread knights crossed the wide moat they entered the keep as dangerous men only to soon take their leave as a handsome flock of very fat goats
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Post by themirrorthief on Dec 28, 2016 10:37:04 GMT -5
yesterday was so long ago my soul was corrupt my heart crushed by hate but then I dreamed of you and it was alright so right by dawn a new soul was born from pain salvation was gained I dreamed of you your eyes so bright your lips so warm like a soft, kind candlelight tho separated by miles and miles and passing years and names taken away on the wind and that grave dug deep beneath cool shade trees but now all is set right my course corrected I dreamed of you last night it was so right and at the end of the day perhaps we'll find a truth that life is only a long dream that leaves at each new dawn with the coming of the light bright like your eyes and warm like the kisses we shared last night there among the fields and flowers with no thoughts of tomorrow or yesterday's sorrows amen
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Post by buxom9sorceress on Dec 28, 2016 20:20:39 GMT -5
yesterday was so long ago my soul was corrupt my heart crushed by hate but then I dreamed of you and it was alright so right by dawn a new soul was born from pain salvation was gained I dreamed of you your eyes so bright your lips so warm like a soft, kind candlelight tho separated by miles and miles and passing years and names taken away on the wind and that grave dug deep beneath cool shade trees but now all is set right my course corrected I dreamed of you last night it was so right and at the end of the day perhaps we'll find a truth that life is only a long dream that leaves at each new dawn with the coming of the light bright like your eyes and warm like the kisses we shared last night there among the fields and flowers with no thoughts of tomorrow or yesterday's sorrows amen I see there is a deeply romantic mind hiding in the shade of your wide 'coolie' hat. Very emotional, thanks.
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Post by buxom9sorceress on Dec 28, 2016 20:22:14 GMT -5
the wizard cast his spell his wife withered and died He took for himself a young maid a fraction of his age beautiful but virtually a slave yet she was clever and blessed with a keen eye oh yes, a very quick eye when wicked potions smoked and churned many long nights he left her alone she practiced and dreamed and her tortured soul began to take wing at last it all bore fruit she honed ancient arts expressed on her flute the perfect day came the wizard and his dread knights crossed the wide moat they entered the keep as dangerous men only to soon take their leave as a handsome flock of very fat goats Very good twisted fun. Thanks.
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Post by themirrorthief on Dec 29, 2016 17:49:42 GMT -5
thanks for all the nice comments buxie and ChrisL
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Post by themirrorthief on Jan 3, 2017 11:52:18 GMT -5
I don't care about much anymore or maybe I care to much its hard to say while I watch time pass slowly and fade into mist right before my eyes my tired eyes someone said tomorrow is another day yesterday was another day also in case you are keeping score truth is such a lie while promises are sublime putting things away in my suitcase and throwing it all in the trash may make my life easier but probably won't I need a kiss from a friend a friend I can talk to a friend that can appreciate having somebody loneliness is a curse and happiness is an image a picture of what we want and its always just over there somewhere
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