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EniGmaTiC.... Enigmatic life is peculiar ... right when you think you've got things figured out. It likes to pull the rug right from under your feet. With that sweet evoking stench often referred to as reality I dreamed i was a wolf once upon a time running with a pack Running with a purpose and freedom Free from fear or malevolence I knew peace reveled in love and acceptance Taking is giving in a sense and giving is taking.. From ... me This life is NOT my own It drifts and wanders like dandelion seeds set free in the wind Delicate nothings Take of me what you will but leave a bit for something great something worthwhile Please don't leave me living---dead living a dream only to wake up to a nightmare This isn't way things are suppose to be? Cry.. cry.. cry.. says I Is it... retribution from a life grown wrong? Sides.. sides.. sides... Butterflies do tell lies.. Listen closely and they will shush your fears with a fairytale of grandiosity and megalomaniac superiority My eyes close my responses have all become to mechanical My heart breaks and flesh is torn I begin to bleed oil. No this was NOT the way it was suppose to be. -sLc  When you can't beat em' with anything else beat em' with kindness  |
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Ooo waxing lyrical? I do like a girl who waxes.
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1/22/2008 6:32 am |
Yup... I wax pretty often too and quite well if I might add  Would ya like to see sometime Jake  When you can't beat em' with anything else beat em' with kindness
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