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Country: United States
State: Georgia
Metro: Atlanta
Birthday: 7/17/1988
Gender: Female


Interests: Seeing Little children drop their ice cream and jump off building's in dispair. Photography,Reading all kinds of books or anything that will grap my attention for a moment long enough to escape reality...(Burning orphans) *cough's* Music-Bright eye's, (Conor=SEX) Death Cab for cutie, Postal service, Radio head, REM. Pixies, Smashing pumpkins(Billy Corgan=Old sex god) The cure, Garbage, Cold Play, Interpol, The Breeder's, Depesche Mode, Action,action. exc...I also love Movies! The ons that dont suck though. Like those horrid Teen movies that have the crappy acting and theo ones that instead of making you cry...make you wish you could jab burning peep's in your eye's
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Tuesday, July 19, 2005

""Pull My Hair"

is the passion all gone?
or is it still newly wed?
if all this heat is doing is making us stick to the bed
then there is no life to revive.
but if the hunger is still there, burried somewhere inside
covered up by the boredom we've been trying to hide
then dig it up and devour
and it will be more like a song
and less like its math
if you pull on my hair, and bite me like that
and the truth is that i can't hardly wait
and i don't care if we stay up too late
don't answer the phone
don't answer the phone
and it will be more like a song and less like its math
if you pull on my hair and bite me like that
and the truth is that i can't hardly wait
it itches so bad that i can't concentrate
don't answer the phone
don't answer the phone
and it will be more like a song and less like its math
if you pull on hair and bite me like that."

Haha! Kyle you love that song!


Monday, July 18, 2005

But these are the days we dream about

when sunlight paints us gold,

and couldnt look prettier as we danced wp there alone...

 


Ugh. The past few days have been absolute hell

I do hope they get better..

a certain person is a complete idiot..

also a crazy compulsive liar.

If you are reading this, do burn in hell you bastard

Watched this kick ass mvie today

 

 


Sunday, July 17, 2005

There's blood in my mouth 'cause I've been biting my tongue all week
I keep on talkin' trash but I never say anything
And the talkin' leads to touchin'
and the touchin' leads to sex
and then there is no mystery left

And it's bad news
Baby I'm bad news
I'm just bad news, bad news, bad news

I know I'm alone if I'm with or without you
but just bein' around you offers me another form of relief
When the lonliness leads to bad dreams
and the bad dreams lead me to callin' you
and I call you and say "C'MERE!"

And it's bad news
Baby I'm bad news
I'm just bad news, bad news, bad news

And it's bad news
Baby it's bad news
It's just bad news, bad news, bad news

'Cause you're just damage control
for a walking corpse like me - like you

'Cause we'll all be
Portions for foxes
Yeah we'll all be
Portions for foxes

There's a pretty young thing in front of you
and she's real pretty and she's real into you
and then she's sleepin' inside of you
and the talkin' leads to touchin'
and the touchin' leads to sex
and then there is no mystery left

And it's bad news
I don't blame you
I do the same thing
I get lonely too

And you're bad news
My friends tell me to leave you
That you're bad news, bad news, bad news

You're bad news
Baby you're bad news
and you're bad news
Baby you're bad news
and you're bad news
I don't care I like you
and you're bad news
I don't care I like you
I LOVE YOU!

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