Joy (as in the emotion, not the person) is a Lincoln Log
this time imperfect: we held hands on the last night on earth Our mouths filled with dust We kissed in the fields and under the trees Screaming like dogs, bleeding dark into the leaves It was empty on the edge of town but we knew everyone floated along the bottom of the river So we walked through the waste where the road curved into the sea and the shattered seasons lay And the bitter smell of burning was on you like a disease In our cancer of passion you said "death is a midnight runner" The sky had come crashing down like the news of an intimate suicide We picked up the shards and formed them into shapes of stars that i wore like an antique wedding dress The echoes of the past broke the hearts of the unborn as the ferris wheel silently slowed to a stop I kissed you at the apex of the maelstrom and asked if you would accompany me in a quick fall, but you made me realize that my ticket wasn't good for two.
I don't have much to say. Life is to short to waste it being cautious. Take risks. Do what people wouldn't expect--it makes for a more interesting journey....
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HEY...I DON'T HAVE A GUESTBOOK. YOU HAVE TO PAY MONEY FOR THAT. AND I DON'T HAVE MUCH TO PUT ON HERE. I DON'T KNOW MUCH ABOUT THIS WEBSITE BUILDING STUFF. SO HERE IS MY IDEA. IF YOU HAVE ANYTHING YOU WANT TO PUT ON IT...BE MY GUEST. ALL I ASK IS THAT YOU DON'T DELETE ANYTHING ALREADY HERE. JUST GO TO ANGELFIRE.COM AND LOG-IN WITH THE USERNAME CANTINA/THEBIGBOPPER AND PASSWORD OF GEORGEAPPLEJUICE (LOWERCASE). HAVE FUN PUTTING YOUR MARK ON MY PAGE!
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