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x--Beauty is the blood that flows out of my Heart--x
Thursday, 8 January 2004
x-- The moRe i lOve yOu.. thE fartHer iN The piN gOes <|3 --x
Mokey's say "oo-oo-a-a"
here's a poem by Tim Burton.. fully describes me.. in a way:
"Voodoo Girl"
Her skin is white cloth,
and she's all sewn apart
and she has many colored pins
sticking out of her heart.

She has a beautiful set
of hypno-disk eyes,
the ones that she uses,
to hypnotize guys.

She has many different zombies
who are deeply in her trance.
She even has a zombie
who was originally from France.

But she knows she has a curse on her,
a curse she cannot win.
For if someone gets too close to her,
the pins stick further in.
©Tim Burton

[[ Mwah ]]

Posted by poetry/xkissesx at 4:47 PM PST
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Sunday, 4 January 2004
- - x [[ LoviNg yOu, just takes my breath =away= ]] x - -
what did i do today? this morning i went to Shoe City, Burlington Coat Factory, Best Buy and Rite Aid. wanna know what i bought? nothing. my mom bought something though. she bought head phones from best buy, a bead spread from burlington coat factory, and bug spray from rite aid. you can probably tell where i wanted to get something. [[ Shoe City ]]they didn't have any Chuck's, tho. well.. not for $5. actually, they had two different styles. these light gray glittery ones, and these dark gray ones. i really liked the dark gray ones, but i don't wear a 7 1/2 in mens. so, sucks for me. here's a lil' sum'n i just thought of.. i dunno what it is, though.
the stars came out from hiding, your voice came back from the long line of echoes, you came back to save me from this cold, dark hotel room, and the wind came back to move the trees. but then everything left. the stars are hidden behind the cold gray clouds, your voice gone; echoed right past me, you left me here in my cold dark hotel room, and the wind no longer blows.when will all those things come back?
-ALONE- [[ xoxo ]]

Posted by poetry/xkissesx at 7:02 PM PST
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Saturday, 27 December 2003
x----------let the blood flow----------x [[xoxo]]
hm... today has been... okay. as Happy Noodle Boy would say... "Holy pigshit, batman!" that's my new quote, only because.. it's funny. can't you sense the laughter? i thought this was sad... it's from J.T.H.M:
Johnny: Ohhh... *sniff*... i wish... i wish someone would just switch me off and ...fix me. Bunny?
Bunny: Yes, nny?
Johnny: i'm not happy.
sad... poor johnny.
-Taylor- [[xoxo]]

Posted by poetry/xkissesx at 8:10 PM PST
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Thursday, 25 December 2003
x--How often does Santa give you what you want?--x
x--My words have faded away. there is nothing more i can say, except i love you. i have written/typed it many times.. and i have never said it. but i will. i promise you. not that anything i say matters.--x
=-do you ever sit outside on the porch and just watch the cars go by? do you ever see the little kids sticking their heads out of the window like dogs? they are happy. you can see it in their eyes, their smile. one of these days one of those happy kids will kill me, smiling. and i will smile back at them and slowly die as i whisper thank you. you are that little happy kid, and i thank you.-=
))Christmas was pretty good. i was happy. my nephews were crazy. then i noticed the oldest one wasn't happy, because he only received 3 Hot Wheels race tracks. he was depressed, and his mom [my sister] rubbed it in. i think i understand him. not that anyone understands me.. but i understand him. his mother wasn't trying to make it worse.. she was just.. being his mother. i'm not saying that i understand him being sad because he only got hot wheels, i'm saying i understand the shit he's going through. his parents are divorced.. and i know what his dad is like. and definately what his mom is like. she's not bad.. but his dad.. he fears his father.. and i feel so bad for him. but i know how he's feeling.. and i try to help him through it.. but sadly, he's beginning to push me away...((
Thank you Santa, for bringing me Cameron [even though it wasn't the way i expected]
-TayloR- [[xoxo]]

Posted by poetry/xkissesx at 10:09 PM PST
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