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Instead of going out tonight and sippin' some brew I've decided to stay at home on my throne tonight sip some Crown, get Royal, and geek-face some homework.


But before I do...-AHEM- & queue Quote: A table full of dreams it seems, lucid dreams appear in the mind of one whose views of the world are filled with plain English words, no fear of the unknown my dear, for secret of me to a friend I've shared, without a doubt I've thought of it. No excuse, no apology just want you to know that true to form I'm well ^ average, no Norm to me, Cheers you've made my HIGHLIGHT Reel...What's else is there to say...You've sparked my interest, created a thought, even persuaded a want. Appreciated for all that you do from afar all the while wondering from within what the days are like for the one who is near. Your heart I'd like to be a part of it, as I sit here apart from it. Could you know, do you know I wonder all while telling myself that I should be ashamed for even wondering such a thing.
Constantly reminded why I shouldn't, I constantly contemplate thoughts as to how and why. An "overabundance" of time, thought, and feeling I put into wanting you, in my arms, heart, and mind I miss you as I sit here staring at my screen..
My conscience trying to remind me that I run the risk of negatively eff3cting how some around me may view me, yet at the same time I can't help but say and feel to myself it's worth it. -Sigh- I wonder if at any point in time you've had your day interrupted with thoughts of it, maybe it puts a smile on your face when no one is looking. That shy "girlie-gigglish" grin that statue frames your face when you find yourself with a second alone.


All you have to do is ask and I assure you shall receive all that your thoughts wonder, live the dreams you've dreamt. Unparallel in effort, effectiveness, and overall  satisfaction, 80 degrees warmth at all times, the temperature of the blood as it flows through the heart scolds the hands of he who dare strike you with a curved hand. A fist I raise to the face of thee, poetically put in simple form...Who's into you...


There are books & there are stories...50 random people will understand the meaning of a princess, a book, a candle, a rock, and a poem; 20 will find words to inspire, 6 will know that they all were a part of what went into the box, 30 will see another inspiration of sorts, 6 will know what it all truly means, and 1 will remember how cool it felt when we both felt each's heart beat & melt.


Well...homework calls, and as always...Some of you may not like this, I may not ever really give a fuck, 1 person "gets" what I mean, and oh man check this out...It's never cool to include yourself in a conversation, especially if the point of the conversation itself has nothing at all to do with you. I feel that I'm forced with no other alternative than to well....putcha ass on -Blast-...Check it chick, a "Glass House" is for those who prefer to live within clear walls of fear, you must once again have me confused with that other guy you know, ‘cause if I had a glass house I'd tint the windows, bang the music, pour some Jack, and charge a $5 dollar entry fee. Shake free of me of you fool,


No shit to me now that you consider me a former friend, in the end it's probably best we parted ways, seeing as once again as I say goodbye to one I say “hello” to a new. Friends ‘til the end..


80’s babies are so cool because:

 

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