| Friiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiizbee GOoooooOOOooooooolF!
comeone...lets go!
...please?
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| Im pretty sick.
and bored,
and ive got alot of stuff to take care of (the sick part isnt helping that)
oh well,
c'est la vie! est ta bien....and, uhm....
arreviderci!
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| so im gonna be blogging over hur nah.
www.raith86.blogspot.com
its straight gangsta like that!
peace.
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| Check this out.
www.nanowrimo.org
no prob bob...i think...
wish me luck!
peace
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| life is still goin on...but i belive its time to be carthartic,heh
**Untitled**
Moses would be proud of my feet,
parting thoes leaves so efficiently,
founding a deliberate path to salvation.
Watchtowers like shoulders shadow my face
furrowed in concentration.
I remember well when we played games.
That little thing you do,
that smirk as you tried to pull a fast one.
I remember that laugh
like little constellations twinkling together.
Your eyes always stuck me during thoes moments,
almost as if you had them trained that way...
your tiny wild pets.
Most of all I remember your meeps.
You were always self-conscious of them,
and sometimes I would smile,
and most times your fingers would tickle seeking revenge.
We used to take walks like this,
and we would talk about nothing in particular,
and the leaves would blow about nothing in particular,
and you would squeeze my hand for no reason in particular.
You must have the softest hands i know.
Either playing guitar or
brushing my cheek just before we kissed.
(A subtle, beautiful thing like blowing leaves
pushed aside by parting feet.)
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