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kyla
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Someone stole the city lights,
strung them on a golden train,
bore them to the greatest gods,
and there they will remain.
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silentbob
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i've got to keep my mind straight
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011024
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moonshine
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is the page half full or half empty?
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silentbob
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the page has been mutilated with blank ink, icky and illegible
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psychobabe
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i shall go to blue earth and see nathy, mac, rinna, shelley and bryan *smiles*
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blown cherry
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I will run away from myself
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jinx
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tonight tonight
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021107
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celestial
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hold me tonight
and for the rest of our lives.
all our troubles will melt away
from the warmth of our bodies
so close together
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021108
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melon collie
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we crucify the insincere tonight
(to-night)
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021108
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infinite sadness
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we'll make things right,
we'll feel it all tonight
(to-night)
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021108
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blue star
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I'M GONNA PARTY! Weeeeeeee!
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021108
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city by the lake
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the indescribable
moments of your life
(to-night)
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021108
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blue star
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... I didn't party ...
boyfriends are stoopid.
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0of46
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boyfriends should be more important than partying....
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blue star
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But not more important than friends.
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psychobabe
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*agrees GREATLY with blue star*
woot *high fives*
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bandersnatch
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tonight i sit at home and wallow in self loathing. i havent done that in a while, and it sounds like fun.
anyone want to join me?
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bespeckled
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I will steal you from your castle of barbed wire and make you see that the stars shine as brightly as you pretend they don't.
I will hold you head up to the moon and make you see that the world is beautiful, dammit!
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Mandy
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andrew disappeared. then everybody disappeared. i stuck around for a while, but i figured he left because he wanted to be alone. so, i went home. i hope he's alright.
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guitar_freak
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Tonight everyone is drunk and I witnessed the most sickening form of peer pressure that got my roomie to drink.
Tonight there is a guy who is dressed like a slutty sorority girl and he makes me laugh.
Tonight I think I shall ignore the drunken idiots sharing their awful childhoods and lesbian tendancies.
Tonight I stole a traffic cone.
Tonight was kinda fun despite the drunk idiots. I think I'm going to just go to bed now.
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once again
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Tonight is too much and too little sleep. Too much night, too night. I can't close my eyes, I can't fill my lungs, it's too dark beneath these eyelids, too night.
Toonight, it's too dark, too much, too short.
Tonight I want to sleep till tomorrow.
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Mcdougall
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Hello tomorrow what are you doing tonight? same as yesterday?
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lotuseater
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probably gonna party... but thats just another night. ahh, the life of an american youth.
casualties of the drug war.
but hopefully i'll see her as well.
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CheapVodka
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I'm not exactly sure. It's been long and stretching on into something I should feel like I am comfortable with.
Tonight is full to the brim.. I know I can reach out, but I'm lacking the strength. It's all built up inside me but I can't find the target.
I'm ready.. to pounce.
The moon is high in the sky and that is ALWAYS one of your triggers. We both know tonight will end somehow, but will it end well? I can hear the deep growls, coming from your throat.
Deep
Dark
Treacherous.
Chew my face off..
How's that for a conclusion?
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raze
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the yellow moon is full but faded. the harder i stare at its featureless face, the more it resists being seen.
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kerry
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will be the first time in too long that i've been to your place. i will meet you at work, when your shift is about to end. you will make me a mysterious brew with a slice of some dried citrus i can't identify and frosted ice cubes. i will sip it--it is the color of caramel, and i can taste the rye whiskey--while you drift for a little while longer behind the aqua granite-topped bar, slim but somehow anonymous in your black shirt, and when then you'll clock out and mix some concoction for yourself, clear with a tinge of green, and slump into the chair next to me with a groan, saying your legs hurt, your feet hurt, goddamn i have to get up and do this again tomorrow.
on the sidewalk you will say oh it's not so cold out, come here and give me a kiss.
we will take the train to your place. at the bottom of the stairs entering the station a man is grumbling to himself as he unzips his fly to piss on the wall. in the train car you will paint a picture of how you'd restructure the whole place and payment system and who tips who because the restaurant is raking it in but no one's making much money. the place is bloated with staff in their anonymous black clothes, they leave work and go either to the bar across the street to drink until their legs don't ache so much or they go home to their beloveds or to their unmade beds. you are talking communism, you are unwinding and shift to an outrageous exaggerated russian accent because you know and like my weakness for russian lit and russian food heavy as it is.
we will stop at the beer store around the corner from your place and you will tell the red-bearded pot-bellied man just a six pack of high life, thanks man. neither of us has much money lately. there are white lights strung over the street and it makes me want to skip.
you will heave open the iron door (the sign reads in capital letters "Frank's Auto Service," your neighbor), we'll step over the piles of mail, pass the green bike with the flat tire locked to the banister, trudge up the stairs dusted with little balls of cat hair (somehow welcoming, not dirty and unkempt), up the wooden stairs. you keep the thermostat high. i will tease you for being so sensitive to the cold--if you're that delicate, why do you insist on wearing only ankle socks?--and for not having a lamp, for always keeping the blinds half closed (are you a vampire?) for wearing exclusively black except for skinny one purple tie.
we will share a can of high life and a huge glass mug of water and watch the latest season of rupaul's drag race and my favorite queen will be eliminated first, and the small black cat with its endless eyes will put a paw on my forearm and i will cave in and rub and scratch his ears and head while he purrs even though i will have to get up and wash my hands because his dander gives me itchy red spots and burns my eyes if i'm not careful.
he likes you, you'll say. he has accepted you.
we will find ourselves lying side by side while rupaul and her queens drag on, fabulous, glittered and painted, and you will ask me if i'm feeling some kind of way, and push my hair out of my eyes. i am beginning to forget you are the guy_from_the_train because i didn't know what his voice sounded like or how soft his feet were or that he bites his nails to the quick. i didn't know the feeling of slipping out at night to go home, be careful to lock both doors, you are probably already asleep with the light on, the streets are silent, my house is silent, and i am warm inside.
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kerry
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the_guy_from_the_train, rather.
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what's it to you?
who
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blather
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