itsa my birthdaymy friends are getting married today on my b-day...that kinda takes away from my being able to celebrate. oh well. maybe next year.
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FishbowlTake out the fishbowl, Fill it up, And watch your goldfish swim around. Enjoy him now. In three days he'll be dead. But in the night, I'll switch him out, And you'll never know. I do it because I love you, I do it because I care. I do it because you Aren't ready To deal with death. You're still learning how to live. Lying to you can't hurt. It's better than your innocence BeIng lost before I'm ready.Fishbowl
I know when you figure it out, You'll be devistated. When you fi
by ~bosio
crucify meIt's 5am It's cold as hell It's December 6th. I'm walking home Alone Tonight After having completed Another attempt Of drinking you away. The party was grand. The remaining eleven And I Partied on Til they kicked us out at three. I feel the lack of you. I feel your betrayal. Everyone knew your plan, But no one spoke a word. Everyone helped Lead me on. I don't care about Shallow cries of innocence. They fall on deaf ears. I'm can't believe Any of them anymore. I guess oncrucify me
by ~bosio
Angel of LifeStop, Time out, Hold up, Can I get a second please? Could somebody explain What’s happening to me? I just felt something Flutter in my chest, The faintest of beats, But I still felt it. I feel warmth, Racing through my veins, Waking nerves. Synapses are firing.Angel of Life
Stop, Hold up,
Time out, Can I get a second please? Can somebody explain What’s happening to me? I just felt my lungs inflate, Then a second later exhale. It’s continuing now
With rhythmic repetition, Up and down M
by ~bosio
En Nomine PatrisEn Nomine Patris…En Nomine Patris
It’s a cold day in December, And jesus hangs on the cross. Three more days and he’ll rise again, But until then he shivers dead. Inside the stone walls, The priest performs his last rights, Telling people he can grant entrance to heaven. There is no way to the father, But through Me. And my children, Don’t forget to pray to the Saints, And His Mother dearest, The Blessed Virgin, Full of grace. May She smile down And may Her Holy Presence fill this place. In the name of the father, The
by ~bosio
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- Current Residence: UP of MI
- Interests: art, skiing, filming, writing
- Favourite movie: the cat from outer space
- Favourite band or musician: The Killers
- Favourite genre of music: Indie Rock
- Favourite artist: Warhol
- Favourite poet or writer: Edgar Alan Poe...cause of the rhythm he uses...don't understand the words...
- Favourite photographer: Warhol
- Favourite style of art: anything modern and non-norm
- Operating System: Vista
- MP3 player of choice: ipod if I had one
- Shell of choice: shiney ones
- Wallpaper of choice: none, wallpaper is a waste of materials
- Skin of choice: my own
- Favourite game: playing chicken with trains...I usually win
- Favourite gaming platform: PS2
- Favourite cartoon character: popeye
- Personal Quote: live, learn, and then get luvs
- Tools of the Trade: my two hands, and my shiney Sony Viao...mmm I love her
- Website: http://www.coroflot.com/Pahis
- Email: sebosio@fu.edu
- AIM: boze1986
- MSN: boze1986@hotmail.com
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