| bye bye miss american pie... drove me chevy to the-
hi its mike. ummm yeah i decided to use my xanga again because... well i don't quite know...
anyways! hi againa nd maybe i'll be motivated enough to post again.
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| 6Then I heard what sounded like a voice among the four living creatures, saying, "A quart of wheat for a day's wages, and three quarts of barley for a day's wages, and do not damage the oil and the wine!"
Lies of the rich. |
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| truth is subjective only to a degree kevin. one could question everything and anything until there is no point in believing in anything if one chooses to look at it from a resolutely different position. |
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| alas but the days draw down into the west... and their taste is bittersweet.
the last effulgent shards of sun pass down into the sea... and that sight brings me joyful sorrow.
as the last touch of summer wind brushes my fingertips... that sense cuts my passioned hands.
if only cried the turtledove,
if only tears were ne'er mingled 'ere with joy long forgotten
and if only if only there was no grief to accompany the solace of the grave.
"Ah!", says the Man, "Ah, what a life that would be."
truth. |
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| mhmm so im sittin here on my comp at 1:37 in the morning and wow im blown. drained, everything. whatever cant sleep... go down stairs grab a coke... *yawn* gonna sleep on the couch tonight i think =l anyways hope you guys are as bored as I am this late. |
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