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Name: Kevin
Birthday: 3/17/1992
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Saturday, March 29, 2008

Come on. Come on!

 


Friday, November 16, 2007

Currently Watching
Phantom of the Paradise
By Paul Williams (III), William Finley, Jessica Harper, George Memmoli, Gerrit Graham
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I love the way the wind blows your hair

I love the way you shiver

I hate the way your eyes are closed

I hate the taste of liver

I love the way you cry on me

I love the way you're lonely

I hate the way your tears make me wet

I hate the way you hold me

I love your lips when they're touching mine

I love the lovely kisses

I hate the taste of you in my mouth

I hate the taste of fishes

I love the way that you need me

I love the way that you smile

I hate the feeling inside my chest

When you ask me to stay a while

I love it when you turn your head

After you walk out the door

I love the way you look at me as if I were a smore

So don't you tell me that I'm not greatful for every little thing

I'll argue with you all night long but,

You'll never get this ring

 


Saturday, May 12, 2007

MICROSCOPE

Spider legs with Three blind eyes

One more for us to look through

Our one eye through those four

Magnify Magnify

Tremble as we see the glory of our evolution

Spending time what a gory gory solution

One, Two, Three, For Worthless

Magnify

 

We Worship The Microscope

We Worship The Microscope

We Worship The Microscope

 

 

 


Monday, April 09, 2007

Figs for Delilah
                     

                                            Delilah was sweet. She owned a man who owned the power of 10 men like himself.

                                                             He couldn't love her any more and she couldn't love him and less.

                                                                               He was killed for no figs but silver was his wager.

                                      She took those precious and ate them bitterly as he lied dead in the stones.


Sunday, April 08, 2007

wadingwithacertainlovewithnothingonourmindsbutlovewewatchasthefliestheytaintthisplacewherewestandnaked

ourlovewasnothinglessthanwhatwehopedtoliveforbutyouknew

youknewthatifwewantedtolive.....youwould'vehadtostaywithme

ifyoulovedme

sohereIwadeinthisstreamofbloodyousuckeditoutofmeandthefliesaregone

 



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