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I have never felt so available, and unavailable at the same time, in my whole life. I’m putting it down to that inevitable clash of want and have, but it may just be a moment in time. So hard to tell these days.
» Posted By Rand On 12.11.2012 @ 4:02 pm
Tommy Lee has a band called Methods of Mayhem. Tommy was in Motley Crue, and Pamela Anderson, but there are many methods of keeping him out of your ears, I recommend them all.
» Posted By Rand On 12.10.2012 @ 2:55 am
I said we should go see the Foo Fighters, she said “Sorry, but I Like Broadcast, Foo Fighters aren’t really my thing.” Shot down again.
» Posted By Rand On 12.08.2012 @ 1:21 pm
Let’s go for it. No limits. No Hesitation. Everything, all the time. I can take you higher.
» Posted By Rand On 12.05.2012 @ 12:42 am
I would say that you’re the object of my affection, but it sound quaint and outdated, and well, objectifying. That isn’t my intent, so I’ll just say that I think about you all the time.
» Posted By Rand On 12.02.2012 @ 12:57 pm
i love the trees, they are much more friendly than people and with all their watching, they are full of infinite wisdom. the forrests of vermont i miss dearly and i wish i could treck it’s woods forever. the trunk is long and slim kind of like my cock, well shit fuck. i will cut you in half with sephoroths sword just like a logger cuts a trunk in half. what a butt hoel i would rather feast on flesh than cut a tree.
» Posted By rand On 03.22.2012 @ 5:29 pm
i wish my head was fixed, it is broken and i have no idea where the parts are to fix it. perhaps i need to just relax, disregard everybody and just think about who i am and what i will be. where my love will be placed and where i will go. to whom shall share my bed and warmth. that’s how i will be fixed , but when will this occur i wonder?
» Posted By rand On 03.21.2012 @ 9:22 pm
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A dozen red roses for my love. A dozen black roses for my loves death. I dream and yearn for those nights. Time passes too fast, you see, and the rose petals die as do the memories. I cannot even begin to explain how much roses mean to me, or to be more specific, the tale the roses represent – they are the razors and stitches of my restless predicament.
» Posted By Rand On 01.06.2012 @ 1:03 pm