Currently Playing Triple 6 Mafia's Greatest Hits & Mixes, Vol. 1 By Triple 6 Mafia see related

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is it on your chest? 

lemme see your tattoo girl.

and in some side-swept
off-street setting
you found him
dancing alone
dancing and you called
him lover
and you
called
him yours and you
called him
e
v
e
r
y night

and in the smallest
box you tight
ly wrapped your heart
and presented it
to him in your
birthday
suit,
unabashed.

and you said
to lover this is the
first time it's
not the last time
oh
love me
oh love
me. OH.
Love,
Me.

and do you remem
ber when he said
(though not like
this. whoever would) he said
i
do not love you
(but more like,
here take this pill
and
here i will toast to this
just give me an occasion
i will toast
i will)

and do you
recall
saying but you are mine
(but whoeversaid and you know this
but no one's looking and Whocares)
you are mine
you are
lover you are
gone?

and sinking shapes
became to
you the most
ugly things
and love
was ugly and
life was ugly
because lover is
gone.

and (now) in some
bright-lit stage
some over-priced
costume
you are
Juliet
and everyone is watching
and they think
how pretty
or My what a lovely
girl
but you are not
you are
you are ugly
and no one
is playing
lover
tonight.

http://www.livejournal.com/users/hammersforteeth (i love allison.)

Currently Reading The Travels of Marco Polo By Marco Polo, Ronald Latham see related

i love it when people make decisions that affect me, thinking that i'm not capable of making them on my own. if i wanted something to be or not to be, i would make sure that i made it that certain way. don't treat me as if i'm incapable of handling my own decisions. i'm not 10.

and the whole idea of sparing feelings is the most pathetic excuse for anything possible. if i were worried about my or someone else's feelings being hurt, then i would say and do absolutely nothing throughout my entire lifetime.

i hate chickenshit people who are too pussyfied to take a chance.

sometimes you just have to roll with it.

Currently Playing Chicken N Beer By Ludacris see related

so i'm in a super bad mood today. i don't know why. i should probably figure it out. i talked to lauren for a good half an hour today on the phone. she actually called me. whoa-uh. she got her tongue pierced today. i'm like... "nigga, please. that's old news. i got mine done 6 days ago." and she laughed and me and said her parents are going to shoot her. and i'm like.. "hellz yeah..." and now i'm done being ghetto.

joanna and cass went to cherry tonight. i fully intended on going, then i realized i have to read like 120 pages of marco polo. i'm not a happy megan. and plus, i got in this huge fight with joe and erika. and i hate joe. erika and i are cool now, though. i wish joe would die. i want to bash in his ugly little face with a baseball bat. and i know i could, cause i'm good at softball like that. werd.

i'm looking forward to turkeyday break. although i'm not sure of the status of my trip to kansas. my phonebill was $400 and i think i might have to work all break to pay that shit. that sucks balls. i wanna see clint.

i'm just doing the school thing. i have to write a brief for my law class group project, and we're having mock trials on the week of my birthday... so i'm kinda scared. i have to present the case and make oral arguments. it's kinda nervous-making. i'm a fake lawyer, kids. i can speak the fancy talk like on legally blonde, and pretend that i know what i'm doing. give me five dollars and i'll get you whatever you want. well, almost whatever you want.

and, i'm out. i'm done talking. and it's time to dance around listening to random ghetto rap songs.

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