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or like_a_style_that_can't_wait_for_the_knife. i always thought that's what robert_plant was singing....but alas, it's only the obvious sparkly business, and not a bad-ass haircut waiting to be clipped.
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yesh.
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eep.
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or a bad-ass hairSTYLE, even. eep eep
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oh yeah led_zeppelin, "fool in the rain"
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a fucking awesome song, by the way. but i really wish i had been right about the "like_a_style_that_can't_wait_for_the_knife". it's got so much more bite that way. grr.
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a style that can't wait for the knife could also mean a particular style that needs to be cut up due to some sort of foolishness that it be sportin or something.
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yesh. his love be like a style that can't wait for the knife, because fuck, it be as eager for slashes around its core as an apple be.
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da spider in da kitchen
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i be about to slice up an apple.
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i be like a style that can't wait for da knife, so bring it on, baby.
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i'm waitin for it i'm waitin for it because this style ain't my style so cut me up chop me gash me cut me slash me.
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to deviate completely from the previous blathing... which was interesting, but I have nothing to say about... Actually stars don't wait for the night. However WE have to wait for the night in order to see them. Makes you wish that the sun would just go away, doesn't it?
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Like a star that can't wait for the night, she took flight. Her flight was almost literal, her white nightgown flowing and ballooning under her as the chilly dusky air enveloped her body and she left the house. The house that owed money.
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she fell down to the ground and her knees pressed into the moist dirt as she cried to the gods above that she couldn't understand a thing they were saying to her and they could not understand anything about her so her life was more chaotic when she opened herself to them mentally she pondered the idea of locking them out for good
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i will shine brighter than the daylight and maybe one day want one of my moths.
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i was once told a story about a star that did not wait for the night by a friend. she is on a journey and it seems likely to me that she will find what she is looking for like she did that star which shone during the day ignoring the unspoken dominance of the sun..
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such impacience, little one! go to sleep, go to sleep its not time its not time yet for you things all happen when the time is right and to try to force the rose open is to kill it off buried the bird in the backyard waiting for it to ripen decay and fall away dig it up too soon and you'll jsut have a mess pacience, little star, pacience enthuasim is warming but it will not get you rest all in good time little one all in good time
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cradled like_a_star_that_can't_wait_for_the_night of_friendship
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what's it to you?
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