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princessfiona
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- Last Record: 2013-01-27 22:55:00 -0500
- Joined: Jul 09, 2011
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So many goodies to choose from!!
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'Twas the night before Christmas And before he went to bed, Death strung tinsel around his house In gold, green and red
He put ... |
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FADE IN:
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I am going to try and actual write a happy poem, instead of something dark.
We sit around the table, with our whole family |
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It was a snowy Christmas eve Around ten thirty three I had wrapped all the presents And decorated the tree
The stockings were h... |
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sitting, thinking grasping for those words i can never have back when did it become like thi... |
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My imaginary friend is on vacation. I've been taking his dog for a walk.... |
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This girl is gorgeous, she breathes perfection. She fills me with happiness. She makes me brave. A single smile from her lips, or a bat of her lash, <... |
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Two people with glasses on started to kiss But their frames kept colliding-- twas hell out of bliss! So they took off their lenses to get rid of this And they... |
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You waste your days then wonder where they went, |
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I broke into your heart and left mine there, like a thief in reverse. |
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Only moon-people land in sentences |
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All we could do was gaze, |
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She wakes from dreams of lust. Passions remembered and passions invented in slumber, fantasy and memory entwined like lovers. |
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A little girl, with ringlets so blonde, so fair moves to the rhythym of the warm sunbeams, that dance in her hair Dust like confetti everywhere. sh... |
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She's strolling down the aisles, thumbing through the books. Poetry, astrology, and crochet hooks There's so many ventures waiting between the dog-eared pages,<... |
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In winter, when the leaves have left, swooping swarms of owls form a warm swaddling sweater-dress for the bark and branches of the blade bereft trees so they don’t catch their death of col... |
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Steven the bee was allergic to honey His wings got all stiff and his nose got all runny The other bees all thought that this was quite funny But through his s... |
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The floor, it so envied that all-mighty ceiling, |
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Often under moonlight I awake to find An angel at the foot of the bed She takes me in her arms And she tells me not to afraid anymore ... |
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Happy, in my paper boat, I pushed off from the shore |
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The little hot air balloon liked to pretend that it was a planet orbitting the Sun.... |
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Took my record of the staring contest and made this.
Edit: so apparently i failed with blend modes and aspect ratios. Fuckk. I'm sorry, obviously the black border is not supposed to be there so now it's an epic fail.
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