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Name: The artist formerly known
Metro: Manchester
Birthday: 7/3/1987
Gender: Male
Interests: I am interested in you, seriously, what are you doing this Saturday?
Expertise: Not hating anything, I love all things far and wide, like china and fat people....
>_>
What?
Occupation: Executive
Industry: Retail
Message: message meEmail: email me
AIM:  RamenOnTheRocks
Yahoo:  omgitskaio
Member Since:
1/12/2004
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| It has been so long since I...cared I guess.
But not caring is, for lack of a better word, boring. Not cutting ties with anyone includes internet peoples, so I suppose I can spare a few minutes for the people who will never read this.
The moon may wax
as it does wane
But the moon shall return
full heartened again
The sun leaves the day
as it streaks into night
Even when out of vision
seems far out of sight
Will the sun then return?
One cannot say
For the sun may not shine
on the next coming day.
When the sun does return
at times, it's astounding.
With rays that may pierce
and brightness that's pounding.
But the moon- always gentile
-a welcome reprieve
From the beautiful sun
that at a moment may leave
We stare out to space-
to the shimmering sky
My one true love
-the Gentile Moon and I.
With Love and Lube,
-Cap'n Josh
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| Five, six, seven, nine
What's that? I skipped one?
Pay it no mind.
Sometimes its a good thing.
----------------------- Dancing in a field.
Melodically, methodically
With no means or rhyme.
Shooting glances at the moon
------------------------- Squeak
Annoying noise
Bothersome, tiresome noise.
Have I the courage to absolve your position?
No
You have complete control
You may do as you please.
Answering the deaf call for pleasure.
And how do you respond?
Squeak
Annoying noise.....
---------------------------- FINALLY
A chance to breathe
How long have you waited?
Anticipated?
Instigated?
Proliferated?
And now you are?
-Exhonerated
----------------------------- Achoo!
The cry lifts on the billowing breeze.
It turns heads
It brings reactions
You cant help but mention
Bringing attention
Who wants attention?
All this attraction
Fatal attraction
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| Alright. Enough of this. Xanga, I think I'm gonna give you another shot, old freind. I know what, one person who has a xanga? So what? I dont write in this thing for the masses. I wanna go to a place
where you'll never see,
Subterrainian melodies
that lift the bold tapestries.
A wispy bridge
-harboring love-
tempting as a dream.
Kalidescope of pastel dyes
Mind-bending misery. -------------
Please allow me a moment
to desribe for you
A girl I've never met
Who's taken the place of you
From whom I anticipate better
than any place ever held by you
Amazing, Sincere, Irreplaceable
-Absolutely Indescribeable ------------- Til death, til death.
What means this, til death?
An undying wish
Upon terrible screams
Leaving you speechless
Taking your breath
To life! To life!
Why exactly to life?
If uttered obtusely
Would mean nothing more
But if spoken quite softly
Is worth all the strife
So if a promise til death
Or a toast to the life
Know we're already ahead
Know we are inside our heads
Treatcherous, terrible,
But true! Ever so true.
And the promise I have made
Will forever be anew.
So take this to heart,
dear friend.
If I had a pass to heaven
and you didnt have one too,
I'd tear my pass to pieces
and go to hell with you. ------------------ And that, ladies and gentlemens, is what's on my mind. | | |
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Happy Halloween, all. | | |
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