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Name: Michaela
Country: United States
State: Illinois
Metro: Ofallon
Gender: Female
Interests: Music: Against Me!, Bob Dylan, Ella Fitzgerald, Fiona Apple, Hanoi Chevrolet, Injektilo, Interpol, The Lucy Nation, Modest Mouse, The Moldy Peaches, The Music Wrong, Paper Airplanes, POE, The Postal Service, Regina Spektor, Rufus Wainwright, Sigur Ros, Sleater-Kinney, Spoon, The Strokes, Tom Lehrer
Books: If only.
Other: Getting away from where everyone thinks I should be.
Expertise: Being silly.
Occupation: Student
Industry: Research
Message: message meEmail: email me
Website: visit my website
AIM:  MilkALilk
Member Since:
8/1/2004
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| - The Ballad of Frankie Lee and Judas Priest -Brown HAIR!?
What a fuckin' slut.
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Michaela does this on her off days from two to five.
Michaela: No way!
Kent: Lord.
Michaela: Lordy?
Kent: noNpon
Michaela: Wonton?
Kent: Loop.
Michaela: Dee-loop.
Kent: Rightly so.
Michaela: I think so.
Michaela: My retainer is silly.
Michaela: 
Kent: What's it done?
Michaela: Make my tongue too important.
Kent: You took your damn tongue for granted.
Kent: Way to go. Appreciated you ungrateful woman, you.
Michaela: No, I just ignored it. You would know of all people.
Kent: Appreciate it*.
Kent: But of course.
Michaela: I'll never french again!
Kent: We gotta try it again.
Kent: It ain't all bad.
Michaela: That would be all right.
Michaela: I trust your wisdom.
Michaela: I guess three years of being an unkinky kisser was my downfall.
Kent: Horrid.
Michaela: But, it's so different now.
Michaela: I see a light at the end of the uvula.
Kent: That's just a firefly.
Michaela: You act like your four! Eating bugs and all!
Michaela: I can't stand this!
Kent: So your xanga tells me.
Michaela: You like that?
Kent: It's been there for years.
Michaela: What? The liking or the Xanga?
Kent: "I can't stand this."
Michaela: Oh, my goodness. I've forgotten myself.
Michaela: I see, I see.
Michaela: I'm sorry I almost wasted your time.
Kent: Time's a bit of an almost.
Michaela: I don't think I could explain that in two minutes.
Kent: You couldn't explain it in an eternity. Or the smallest moment imaginable. Wait. Is there an opposite to eternity?
Michaela: Yes, 8.
Kent: Of fucking course!
Michaela: It all falls into place now. We are the genius of our time!
Kent: Meaning that we're not part of it.
Kent: So what does that mean to them?
Michaela: That means we are not part of it.
Kent: They don't know it.
Michaela: Should we tell them?
Kent: If they can listen.
Michaela: But we are the only ones with piano key ears.
Kent: What if I was to tell you I was banging some right now.
Michaela: I'd say, "Ouch! My ears hurt."
Kent: Then say it.
Kent: I mean you said that!
Michaela: Indeed.
Michaela: Now what?
Kent: We fish.
Kent: ...we fish are worthless people.
Michaela: Are?
Kent: Were.
Michaela: Better.
Michaela: But how about "our"?
Kent: With rods?
Kent: Or tongues...?
Michaela: Ore with chewing gum? Get it, ore!
Michaela: Tongues?
Kent: Sorry, I forgot. The retainer.
Michaela: I person who forgot their own would also.
Michaela: I have to go kiss the devil for an unwanted dress. You understand, yes?
Kent: Too well.
Michaela: Thank goodness you understand what it's like to say, "Ouch! My ears hurt."
Michaela: I love you,deary. You stay alive for a long while, you hear?
Kent: I already did.
Kent: Too love to you, too.
Michaela: Hamburger day.
Kent: Bye,. | | |
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"Ouch! Just stop it all right? I really just need some sleep and a best friend OK? None of this incessant mind picking by some endangered wood pecker. None of this, OK? I'm serious! Agh! Fshhhhhhhaaaah! Agh. Stop. Please? Is there anything I could do to get you to stop? Some sad lullaby? Maybe a happy one? Oh, well, I guess you get enough of song birds seeing as you are a bird. You're probably just horridly jealous. Ouch! Shit. Godamn it kid! OK OK OK! I get it. Fsh! OK, how 'bout I just prove I'm human to you? See, I'm talking? But, that sure doesn't mean you exist. Do you get it? I doubt it. Yup. OK, how 'bout this. Just find a kid who understands this mess, and by understand, I mean not understand. You understand, right? I doubt it."
Maybe he'll right something about me, and I won't read it. He's so existant, it's painful. They are all painful. They are all very painful.
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