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The sky became marked with stars as an out-stretched arm slowly disappears12th Jul - 1:42 pm
     
             
     
Always looking for attention
Always needs to be mentioned
Who does she
Think she should be ?



It was only a test
But she swam too far
Against the tide
She deserves all she gets

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Please don't worry
There'll be no fuss
She was ... nobody's nothing


     
             
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6th Jul - 1:57 pm
     
             
     
visited 15 states (30%)
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Lame


visited 4 states (1.77%)
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Even lamer.

this must be rectified.
Soon to add: Belize, Aug 6th.

Next summer: SD, ND, WY and MT

     
             
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5th Jul - 1:21 pm
     
             
     

     
             
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Langston5th Jul - 12:25 pm
     
             
     
What happens to a dream deferred?

Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore--
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over--
like a syrupy sweet?

Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.

Or does it explode?


     
             
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a story told to jordan26th May - 2:28 pm
     
             
      [14:16] aresmorendi@gmail.com: i'll let you in on a secret though... roy orbison or hank williams sr. will bring me to my knees.
[14:17] KarlaAnne77: ready to hate me?
[14:17] KarlaAnne77: i met roy
[14:17] aresmorendi@gmail.com: awwwwwwww
[14:17] aresmorendi@gmail.com: awwwwwww. i'm fucking jealous.
[14:18] aresmorendi@gmail.com: is he just as dreamy in person as he is in recording?
[14:18] aresmorendi@gmail.com: was I should say
[14:18] KarlaAnne77: well, not technically. its kind of a complicated story, but ill give you the overview. dad is a roy freak. we have taken a few vacations to nashville, because my dad taught me how to be music obsessive. and he wanted to see specific stuff...
[14:19] KarlaAnne77: so this road in nashville, its this long ass private road, i was about 12, (i think) and at one end of the road was where johnny cash lived, roy orbison lived at the other
[14:19] KarlaAnne77: so my dad took his family to stalk them
[14:19] KarlaAnne77: so we drive by roy's hosue first and he is LITERALLY in his driveway washing his red merc and we drive on down to mr cash's. which was way too far from the road and gated.
[14:20] KarlaAnne77: so we turn to go back to the main road and roy is pulling out of the driveway
[14:20] KarlaAnne77: we literally followed him like a cop drama for like 3 miles until we got stopped by a stop light and my dad changed lanes so we could pull up beside him
[14:20] KarlaAnne77: and just when my dad was rolling down his window to say something, roy starts picking his nose. like, hardcore.
[14:21] aresmorendi@gmail.com: hahaha
[14:21] KarlaAnne77: dad didn't say shit but it was still sooooo awesome
[14:21] aresmorendi@gmail.com: only in dreams...

it's true.


     
             
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10th May - 8:26 am
     
             
      50 Things to Love About Bono on His 50th Birthday

Happy Birthday, Daddy xoxox







     
             
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Have reached level2.0 moz-stage of grieving. this is a good sign. it will be over soon.13th Apr - 8:07 am
     
             
     






I know it's over
And it never really began
But in my heart it was so real

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Love is Natural and Real
But not for you, my love
Not tonight, my love


Current mood: still I cling....
     
             
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9th Mar - 2:32 pm
     
             
     

Happiness hit her like a train on a track
Coming towards her stuck still no turning back
She hid around corners and she hid under beds
She killed it with kisses and from it she fled
With every bubble she sank with her drink
And washed it away down the kitchen sink

The dog days are over
The dog days are done
The horses are coming
So you better run!!

Current mood: whirlwindy
     
             
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my big gay soulmate.4th Feb - 12:25 pm
     
             
     
WHY ARE WE THE SAME PERSON. THERE IS NO EXPLINATION.






     
             
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26th Jan - 3:16 pm
     
             
      i could love U2 forever.

     
             
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25th Jan - 7:33 am
     
             
     


today is a day for tiny bonn and pals.

ps-
WTF IS THIS ITS GONNA GET BOUGHT


     
             
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12th Jan - 12:37 pm
     
             
      i could be having the worst day of my life and this image would still make me laugh out loud. at least snort.

80719177


WHY
looking at it now, i laugh. I always have this picture on my hard drive and come across it sometimes. it amuses me so.

     
             
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Pause for the Jet!7th Jan - 12:34 pm
     
             
     


You want my reply?
What was the question?
I was looking at the Big Sky.

     
             
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Symptom Recital5th Jan - 9:12 am
     
             
      I do not like my state of mind;
I'm bitter, querulous, unkind.
I hate my legs, I hate my hands,
I do not yearn for lovelier lands.
I dread the dawn's recurrent light;
I hate to go to bed at night.
I snoot at simple, earnest folk.
I cannot take the gentlest joke.
I find no peace in paint or type.
My world is but a lot of tripe.
I'm disillusioned, empty-breasted.
For what I think, I'd be arrested.
I am not sick, I am not well.
My quondam dreams are shot to hell.
My soul is crushed, my spirit sore;
I do not like me any more.
I cavil, quarrel, grumble, grouse.
I ponder on the narrow house.
I shudder at the thought of men....
I'm due to fall in love again."
— Dorothy Parker

     
             
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Granny is gone.16th Dec - 11:26 am
     
             
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goodbye, sweet granny. you have no idea how much you will be missed. i love you beyond words.

     
             
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