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silentbob
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i started carving her name into a picnic tables. she started saying mine in funny voices. i started spray painting her name on the sides of banks. she'd say mine in funny voices. i started carving her name into the foreheads of random people walking through the streets. she just kept on saying mine in funny voices.
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Annie111
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With a K for kracked Standout A shot in the dark that actually came through A daydream that melted out and under the fluorescent cut of the lights, was actually real freud said that only unsatisfied people fantasize i used to live in fantasies i haven't had one for months i am holding it in my hands i can say your name and not be afraid People look more beautiful in the dark
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TerraCotta
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What's in a name? Does it really define our personalities? Or do we just live up to our names? You know what i mean--there are certain names that really take over the way a person acts. Like Shelby or Chelsea, for example--you just know by their names that they're really stuck-up, prissy girls...
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belly fire
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a random act of kindness from someone who doesn't even know me, not really... took the time to carve out my name in silver to mark my place in stories by my bed I would like to think of it as an act of kindness carved out with a light heart and good intentions rather than feel the weight of a proposition finding suspect curled up against the binding of my book
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Fivel
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Why are you smiling? You don't even know me.
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psychobabe
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I may have some fucked up views, and I may be fucked up myself, but I know that you can take away everything I have and own, but if my name is taken away, which is the ONLY real thing I own, then what else do I have left..
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filing cabinet hemispheres
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Jonni
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clara
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the cursor hovered in the 'you' field I asked myself Who do you feel like today? Which name should I use? And suddenly, without warning, without planning, my real name appeared on the screen. I looked at it, and it felt right. Did I type it or did it type me? Does this mean I am finally ready to be myself?
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gja likes the ggd
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Even though the moment passed me by, I still can't turn away All the dreams you never thought you'd lose got tossed along the way Letters that you never meant to send get lost or thrown away Now we're grown up orphans that never knew their names We don't belong to no one That's a shame If you could hide beside me, maybe for awhile And I won't tell no one your name And I won't tell 'em your name Scars are souvenirs you never lose, the past is never far And did you lose yourself way out there? Did you get to be a star? Don't make you sad to know that life is more than who you are? Grew up way too fast and now there's nothing to believe Reruns all become our history A tired song keeps playing on a tired radio And I won't tell 'em your name And I won't tell 'em your name And I won't tell 'em your name I think about you all the time, but I don't need the same It's lonely where you are And I won't tell 'em your name
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epitome of incomprehensibility
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There's a chapter in a book I was reading, Who Betrays Elizabeth Bennet?, that's all about the significance of character names in Dickens, Thackeray, Anthony Trollope, George Eliot, and so on. I don't know why, but I love that stuff. I could read a whole book just about character names. The book as a whole is casual lit-crit: each chapter proposes answers to one or more puzzle(s) or plot hole(s) in (mostly) Victorian fiction. E.g. in A Christmas Carol, why did Scrooge give the Cratchits a huge turkey? Didn't he know it would take hours to cook? (The author, John Sutherland says he did, and it was deliberate; despite Scrooge's change of heart, he retains his dry wit. Which includes giving people inconvenient gifts, it seems.) The cute thing is that this question was posed to the author by a fifth-grade class in Bahrain. Anyway. The name chapter, "Name Games", starts off by asking whether Dickens made a deliberate joke by referring to a character Charley Bates as Master Bates. Sutherland doesn't think it likely: it wouldn't be too dirty for Dickens, he proposes, just too silly. (James Joyce has the same pun in Finnegans Wake. Nothing is too silly for James Joyce.) The chapter gets into more serious literary-criticism things, e.g. how names can be allusions (and puns!) that reflect more deeply on the character. But the chapter put me in mind of the scene from Life of Brian: "What's so funny... about the name... Biggus Dickus?" ("He has a wife, you know.") What the dickens? Pontius Pilate is the dickens. Rejoice in the washer of hands, the befriender of dick jokes. Monty Python is a code. Print "hello world". I am tired.
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raze
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mine on paper as only your hand can write it and yours in the breath that sculpts a riptide in my blood as only i can speak it
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