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blake
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girl
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one of the sweetest voices
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Josie
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.. I'm spending my lifetime with you seeking to find the words that justify it all.. only to realise that I will never be worthy of those words. I seem to fall over and over again. Pause, Close my eyes, Forget to breathe. Moving me in his essence, unqiue and surreal...submitting spirit to my saddened soul like no other. I close my eyes and breathe again, to find I'm filled with that which is Blake, essentially.
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the one
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we went to a party and drove eight hours...in a tiny ass car. It got shut down early and so the four of us had to all go back home. only me, being the nicest person on raver earth had to offer these two stranded kids a ride back with us. Blake and somethin. they were cool but the ride SUCKED. Now i see them at parties and they dont even say hi. you'd think theyd know us a bit after how close we all were forced to be to each other.
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continuous ache
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i wonder if it is possible to love someone you have never met. or perhaps not them, but their words. i seem to find people on blather whose words establish some connection with my heart. thank you, photophobe. your words help.
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Photophobe Glowing
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I really don't know how to respond to that. For once. :D Thanks heaps.
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Blake
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Fiery the Angels rose, and as they rose deep thunder rolled Around their shores, indignant burning with the fires of ORC. (Blake: America, a Prophecy [1791-3]
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Photophobe
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obscure_literary_Roy
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keep your eye on the birdmad
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(scene from lost_highway) The nameless man approaches Fred as the music in the background becomes muted...he is short, pale and rather stocky, his hair is cut into a parted crew-cut, his complexion is very pale, almost powder white and his lips are almost blood red though they apear more stained than painted, also he has no eyebrows. NM: We've met before, haven't we? FRED: I don't think so [turns away momentarily to set empty bourbon glass on bar behind him] where is it you think we've met? NM: At your house, don't you remember? FRED: No...no, I don't...are you sure? NM: Of course [in a more ominous tone] as a matter of fact, i'm there right now FRED: [cynically] Whaddya mean, you're "where" right now? NM: [grinning evilly, but subtly] at your house FRED: that's fuckin' crazy, man NM: [reaches seemingly into sleeve and produces flip cell phone which he opens and hands to FRED] Call me [pause while FRED eyes him cautiously] dial your number [another pause FRED looks somewhat incredulous] ...go ahead [FRED dials phone, sound of keys punching and ring tone begins as FRED brings phone to his ear, click as FRED's home phone picks up after second ring] NM's voice on phone: I told you i was here FRED [to NM in person, disturbed but calm]: how did you do that? NM (in person): [authoritatively] Ask me. FRED [shaken] How'd you get inside my house? NM (voice on phone) You invited me...it is not my custom to go where I am not wanted FRED: [distressed] Who are you? NM (in person) : Hmmm NM (in person and on phone) [laugh maniacally in unison creating an echo while NM in person smiles a distinctly evil smile at FRED] NM (on phone) Give me back my phone [FRED hands phone back roughly and emphatically to Nameless Man as camera shows only the NM's shoulder jerk from the impact as he is leering at FRED] NM (in person) It's been a pleasure talking to you ........................... ........................... and in other news, Robert Blake (the Nameless Man in the above scene) was arrested on suspicion of murdering his wife on May 4 of last year. "Don't go to bed with a price on your head"
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Daria
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I remember him and he knows I hate him now, he avoids me. It doesn't matter though, i dont care anymore.
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josie
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please, dont...the more you separate it, the harder it is to put it back together..
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the smallest cherry yet
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please, oh god please, somebody make me stop wanting him. I'm so sick of crying over this guy. I'm so sick of being the creep.
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020529
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Cheryl
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Your company is all I need to lift my day. The touch of your hand, sufficient to comfort my edgy mind. Your soft lips on my neck enough to warm my soul.
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Cheryl
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I hope I can return the favour, or at leat provide some short term escape.
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020820
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josie
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what is it you're escaping from blake?
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Blame it on the Blake Star
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Geez I don't know. Chez used the word, not me... Life, etc.
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josie
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so what is he escaping from?
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Cheryl
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Life, etc.
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020825
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josie
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*smrt*
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eCksMaN321
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19 knives held by hands wearing neckties, but indeed, it has stopped raining. Keep passing the satire. Blake sees Blake-files. Oh, my lacerations.
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weaving sunlight
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quite simply blake saved my ass although i think he may be a different blake to the one you speak of here my blake is gay and silent
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valen
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i love blake. i hope he loves me.
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050409
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mon uow
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johnny depp - dead_man
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050409
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what's it to you?
who
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blather
from
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