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*waits with arms thrown open*


*running!*

*tripping over feet*

*falling face first into the concrete*

(THUD.)
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lol true romance EXISTS... (grin)(bandaide)(cool.compress)(neck)(stitches)(plastic.surgeon)(not.for.tits)(dental.implants)(phys io.therapy)(food.through.straws)

... hmmmm...

"Tune in next week for "As The Crooks Falls"' Quote

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lol true romance EXISTS... (grin)(bandaide)(cool.compress)(neck)(stitches)(plastic.surgeon)(not.for.tits)(dental.implants)(phys io.therapy)(food.through.straws)

... hmmmm...

"Tune in next week for "As The Crooks Falls"'


hahahahaha! *sucking on the food source straws* mmmm.. want some??? .

*sitting on the ground, crossing legs*

OH! (memory)

*cross. uncross. cross.*

probably i need a chair..

(cheesygrin)(kiss)


is that thud on the your sidewalk...or are you two just happy to see each other?


is that a banana smash? :-P
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----------------------------No Anesthesia---------------------------------

Late at night I sit and chant, scribble on paper, til my hands are cramped
Putting spells together, praying they�ll work, failing over and over
To find the right hook

Sacrificed animals, blood, feathers, bones; liter the courtyard, outside my home
Offerings to demons, gods, entities, spirits unknown; attempts to gain favor
To open the book

Spinning and weaving, the roar of my loom, twisted threads flying, my chest heaving
A tapestry enchanting, so detailed with color, you can�t resist, you need to discover
Your need to look

A heap, I lay, makeup a wreck, exhausted I sleep, only hours to go, until I repeat
This ritual so hopeless, yet driven by desire, another failure, to fuel the pyre
Another page, in a book

� Amanda 2011
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Crossposting again *blush* *sounds of scribbles and headphone muffled music*

-----------------------Warm------------------

Here, hold my breath
Feel the tremble I know best
The fear in my mind is the echo in my heart
Cold and plain
As you watch me
Fall apart

These tears are warmer than the sun

The heart I share with you
Maybe manic or diseased
But always true
If you keep me here you can chase away this pain...
I'm warm again and in your light I'll stay

These tears are warmer than the sun


� Claire Voyant 2002 Quote

Agent 58007
Your Mission, if you choose to accept it:

Obtain and Deliver the digital trigonomical key to our secret headquarters. Be wary though, a rhombus is upon us. Use your skill set to equate the mean distance between your current location and that of the rendez-vous locale. Apply that exponential decay information to the complex u-substitution in the newly formed tilted asymptote. With that information, and given the known vectors, calculate the prime factorial in the difference of the logarithmic differentiation equation. Make no mistakes, your accuracy is crucial and is necessary to unlock the hexa-matrix algorithm we will need for the abort codes. Otherwise the world is doomed. Godspeed 58007.

58008

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*slides in close beside MathBoy.. goes (crosseyed) at the pages and pages of calculations.. (surrenders)(blonde) *wanders off in a daze of Mazzy Star Induced Tones and Poetry* Quote

mission: unaccepted

Loobs u be fired Quote

mission: unaccepted

Loobs u be fired



hahahahaha OHH too much math. could not compute. error. error. beeeep. *powerdown.*





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|----------------------------A Note of Frustration-------------------------|

I�m tired and going to lie down; probably for several days. Thanks for the moments together *shrug*. I�ll see you on a beach somewhere, *picks up my clothes and wanders off in search of small twists of grey/gray driftwood and expiring foam on the sand*. I love the lovely lace rubble in the sand created by water wash lines across the lower sands where the sand is packed hard by the surf and just beginning to lose its water; the part where the shitheads roar in their cars, where the cargo cultists pray for more oranges in crates labeled Product of Hawaii or The Philippines; *leaves my white cotton panties on the beach*. Something to remember me by, what might have been eh? *watches white rectangles of paper float out on the curves of the growing waves. the grey sky fades to black*


� Amanda 2011
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I stand on the dance floor, at the edge of a group of loud drunk college people, a guy near my shoulder shouting into the ear of a girl who is drunk enough to think she's bi.. she's been eyeing me for as long as she has been able to maintain focus.. i am perfectly still while this shouting guy is bobbing up and down on his toes hard enough to make his shouts of "WHEN I GOT THE CAR.." sound like some demented yodel..

I was lonely and feeling like hiding in a crowd to "celebrate" finishing another 'short story' would help me get over my "post-not-published" jitters. I tried closing my eyes and concentrating on the dj's crap-rap but the car guy was too loud to stay motionless any longer...

I turned a little to try to edge by the 'bi' girl and get somewhere where i could just be still while the human 'atoms' vibrated around me... over by one of the posts holding up the upper balcony/VIP area i found a few square centimeters where i could set up house.. i leaned back against the simulated antique iron column put my hands over my head and arched into a stretch.. relaxing i opened my eyes and there she was.. my breath caught in my diaphram and i began a slow cycle of hiccoughs..

She was moving like an out of control dance cyborg.. not doing that stupid robot bullshit.. but her motions were so fast they were one continual blur.. and they were amazingly smooth. not like a trained dancer smooth.. but wildly out of control smooth.. i hadn't noticed her before.. wtf HAD i even looked at in this place.. there was space around her.. no one could have entered the bubble of energy she cleared around her.. i saw a guy move into her zone and his mouth moved while she vibrated in her universe.. he got closer and reached a hand out to touch her shoulder.. maybe figuring that at the speed she was moving she probably didn't notice how wonderful and hot he was...

Her hand shot out and hit his forarm like a pile driver.. his mouth shaped into a surprised grimice and i could see him mouth the word "BITCH" at her and clutching his damage shuffle off hunting for something easier to play his 3rd grade tricks on.. she rotated and spun and moved like my tongue in well.. nobody recently.. another cost to my current sleepless scribbling for 24/7...

She was soaking wet. her grey top, is that that thing i drooled over from Urban Outfitters? her movement and the sweat soaking it made it impossible to tell.. but yeah. i lusted over that particular top for weeks.. the black skin tight jeans, riding so very very low, showing quite a bit of her skin.. almost as pale as my own.. spring would probably put color on hers. mine never would tan.. only burn.. her hair soaked too, and it was running off of her face.. i could see her glisten from here.. god. look at her.. my fetish for real noses with character tweaked me hard where i hadn't tweaked in weeks...

She was slowing now.. fast or slow song she'd kept pace.. driving the clots of cliques away from her space. now. she was .. changing dimensions and shifting back into a presence on the floor.. she stopped. i could see her gasp for breath, stand with only her feet shuffling a bit.. spent.. the exhaustion clear, her sadness at having no remaining energy clear and written on her face as though i had woven it myself.. she stared around her as though in a a fugue and that's when i saw the eyes.. fuck.. those have to be contacts.. wow..

Her face settles and she focuses hard.. searching the room.. she sees something stills a moment and then shuffles towards a group at a bar behind me.. i watch her move.. god.. she's in agony.. it shows so clearly to me.. a group of guys she passes by make some remarks to her but she hears nothing.. focused only on her goal, she shuffles on.. one of the party she's approaching, a girl in bluejeans and a sweat shirt, rises from her stool with 2 purses and a jacket in her hands..

She approaches the standing girl.. a slight smile on her lips.. and i can lipread "hey.. thanks.. ready to go" from here.. having dated a deaf guy back when i did guys had helped with my 'crowd story searches' i'd made friends with his mother.. and maintained that friendship long after i'd decided that he and all other men were just not designed to sissor with.. she takes the jacket and scrunches her face up pulling her arms around to fit the sleeves. in it she shrugs it to settle on her wet shoulders and back.. god.. she's beautiful.. her friend hands her the extra purse, turns and waves to the group at the bar.. they wave back and i see "love you girl" mouthed at the girl i've been watching..

She raises her hand weakly and gestures, a tired smile issued the two of them turn and she takes the arm of her friend who leads her toward the front exits.. as they pass the same group of males that'd mouthed their cum-on wit at her before i see one lean towards another and mouth "lezbo dykes" .. i watch as the two enter the crowd and are lost to my sight...

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Her blue eyes
Much more than only beauty . . .
She paints now in a party of a beautiful long haired blonde lady . . .
The 2010's version of "Girls Just Wanna Have Fun" Quote

*high in the air a peregrine pinwheels and strikes a pidgeon, takes her prey and flys toward a building ledge several klicks away* *we sun together, i with SPF 2000 aka paint left over from last night, she .. just brazenly beautiful on this balcony* Quote

"When masturbation's lost it's fun you're fucking lonely"
_+GReeNDaY -LoNGVieW+_

Warning:
The many previous window lickings, on various buses of substandard length, by SIVIASI-I have led to this:

I offer to you this stunning display of stupendousness, -a glimpse into 'where the mind isn't' of an average ordinary site visitor. Annnnnnd, i can count the number of brain cells it took to find, then find amusing, ..., then decide i had enough going on to take the time to actually cap, cut, crop, camo, and upload the pic and then create this post just to share this mental snapshot -((obviously doctored with the text distortion and extremely creative face coverings))- of something "Armazing" spotted due to what "mathboy" says is some ratio of ways to setup flirt's frontpage over number of available models --flirt randomness, with you, on one ...finger.

ARM-azing I say?


http://bit.ly/lQQfF6


See? See? See? That totally looks like the one chicks elbow in the other chick's picture. And the other chick didn't like sharing so she dismembered the first chick in some kind of brutal fashion. And then the totally brutal dismemberment had time to heal over.


Just another glitch in the matrix, and rememeber, caring is sharing, folks.


Soo..yeahh.., ok, that's all this post was about.
You may continue to carry on with your everyday life now.
Keep it gangsta.

DISCLAIMER: the pics in the pic are property of flirt so don't go and post it on any amazing amputee websites or anything.

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lol smash.. such a twisted, yet colorful and vivid imagination

so much violence smash. tsk tsk.


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