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...i can't tell you. he would be really pissed...

TELL ME!

I'm wondering something.

The rising sun always needs bands to play there...I'm wondering if the dresden dolls would play there ..

hehe i think they're a bit expensive for that place

Stop ruining my dreams!

okay.

i can't sleep

come back on msn, and i will tell you a bedtime story.

its getting more ridiculous the more i think i ought to get my mind out of the gutter!

pfft. now who needs sleep. eh? eh?

...

i'm lonely

in hate, wait a moment my dear. your skin flakes so delicately when you pry at it with this pin. do it again. and again until the red shows through. inside out and turned about, tis not a problem is it? when i see your cold dead eyes beneath me i love you, you know i do. and because i do, we are through. and it's just too damn bad for you. and i see you on the rooftop, embraced by cold pavement. was there a splash when you fell? tell me, if a girl falls and no one's there to hear it...does death make a sound? corpse count is climbing for the personalities you feel you have to provide us with. what happens when all that's left is you? the only you. naked you, fake it you. can you even tell me who you are? assume a name, claim your fame, move on to another new face the next day. you are lost without your masks. lost without your facts. you think you should have been born knowing everything because learning makes you feel so much smaller. and when you're hollow, and your stomach echos with that very emptiness, it is so much easier to feel fragile. so much easier to fear. the noise never ends where the silence begins. and every fucking day you wish it more; to never leave the stability of the hard wood floor. the repercussions never mattered...

...and that lightness in your head? the vague feeling of dread? you know what's coming. you keep on running until you trip and hit the ground. you felt it....but never made a sound. fading fast you start to disappear. a cry for help echos down the street, but everyone thinks it is a laugh. they think they laugh with you as you scream. and you are devoured.

little red riding hood sat on a wall, where once humpty took a great fall. her red little cape is now torn and ripped because the wolves of the world fucked her up quick. her little girl knees and her little girl cries no longer match her fear riddled eyes. she sat there in silence, looking quite grim, until from a distance she spotted him. as he drew nearer her fate became clearer. he stalked towards her in lust, the man in whom she should be able to trust. she pushed herself off and closing her eyes, landed with a CRACK, soon covered in flies, as the big bad wolf penetrated one last time.

Sufjan Stevens wrote:What the fuck is this?

I am gone for three days, and this page gets created and is on its 73rd page? What the fuck is going on here?

Be nice Alan.

xcinminspiderx wrote:i feel like yelling at every person who's ever pissed me off.

Eep. *hides*

Claire! Who is he?? Tell Dom! And as the person attached to her hip, I get to know too!

Weeee! I pick up my Dresden Dolls CD today!

in three days, 76 pages?

Problem, Reno?

You should already know were insane!