Dec 16, 2011
the nerve of some bitches at this school goddamn.Â
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the nerve of some bitches at this school goddamn.Â
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is this a variable which i see before me,
the square root toward my hand? come, let me solve thee
formula, i have thee not, yet i see solutions still
zwemmi replied to your post: emma it did it again gfghfjkhj help me my ipod is a communist
me: penis is such an icky ugly word. why can't they call them flowers or unicorns. imagine if they were switched and we called unicorns penises. and if penises were unicorns.
hey emma do you have an amp cable i could borrow
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tall arches of bridges
around the marigolds
whisper in the winter
and shiver with the cold
structure is forgotten
rhyme and reason too
what we have left
is all we have to lose
daylight fades
into sunset
sunset rises into dark
when the morning rises
you rise with the
call of larks
structure is forgotten
rhyme and reason too
what we have left
is all we have to lose
i surmise we
find shelter
in this helter-skelter world
but time is forgotten
eternity is calling
collecting taxes at our door;
years and years and nothing more
we shake in the silence
we hide in the chatter
we slip into ourselves
not knowing what's the matter
structure is forgotten
rhyme and reason too
what we have left
is all we have to lose