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This is some stuff that I didn't write but someone I know did, or I just like it.  If you want me to post something, just send it to me.  And if you don't want something posted that is yours.... well TOO BAD, no, just tell me and I'll take it off of course.


Reflecting through the mornings dew I see myself as one, lacking nothing, unabridged. Going through the motions of the path I have chosen. But through MY eyes I see you, a preconception of my angelic soul. How I long to be with you. The weakness and infatuation in my heart, how it confuses me so... But some day... some day... I will find you... 

-JourneyFate


i hate people. if you are a person, i probably already dislike you. if you dont talk to me, it could end at dislike; otherwise, it might escalate to hatred or emnity. thank you--come again. 

-Timmy


"Keep rollin rollin rollin rollin rollin rollin"--Fred Durst. Truer words were never spoken by the new spokesman for "my generation"...no wonder this generation sucks. And while we're at it, ill put my hands in the air like i just dont care.

-Timmy


"Hold, Venus, My Love" 

Molecules of you
lodge themselves in my sense of smell
while traces of you
under my fingernails
still send signals to touch points
as I imagine still touching you
while the rhythms of your beating heart
linger in my ear
and fleeting memories
of your flowing mane
cause my eyes to tear

You appear in the haze of last night's dream
where everything's muffled
except my heart as it screams
your name, but you turn
as though a louder voice
just called across a valley
filled with joyful girls and boys
whose fragile hearts remain
pure, simple, and unscathed
by future, impending pain

And a few frightful moments
untethered to the Mother ship --
cognition receptors disconnected --
nearly ruin the mission

-Randall Roberts


Random Wishes

Sunsets and moonbeams
Warm beds and flying dreams
Seagulls in blue skies
Warm breeze at sunrise
Rough mountains and gentle hills
Birds perched on window sills
Soft rains, spring flowers
Peace, love and joy every hour

-Randall Roberts


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