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About Me Member Mad Scientist letsblamejane22/Female/United States Recent Activity Deviant for 2 Years
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just. rust.

Sat Nov 15, 2008, 12:13 PM
People walk about, all around. There are people everywhere, carrying things and dropping things and laughing and tearing up. But you are all around me, and in everything I touch or feel or do.

And I am sitting on a park bench, very much a ridiculous person.

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Those boon times went bust
My feet of clay, they dried to dust
The red isn’t the red we painted its just rust
And the signature thing
That used to bring a following
I have trouble now even remembering

So why did I kiss him so hard
Late last Friday night
And keep on letting him change all my plans
I'm either so sick in the head
I need to be bled dry to quit
Or I just really used to love him
I sure hope that’s it

I knew that to keep in touch
Would do me deep in Dutch
Cuz it isn’t the rush of remembering
Its just mush
And that signature thing
Is only growing harrowing
I should have no trouble now
To keep from following

So why did I kiss him so hard
Late last Friday night
And keep on letting him change all my plans
I'm either so sick in the head
I need to be bled dry to quit
Or I just really used to love him
I sure hope that’s it

Those boon times went bust
My feet of clay, they dried to dust
The red isn’t the red we painted its just. rust.
And the signature thing
That used to bring a following
I have trouble now
Even remembering

So why did I kiss him so hard
Late last Friday night
And keep on letting him change all my plans
I'm either so sick in the head
I need to be bled dry to quit
Or I just really used to love him
Or I just really used to love him
Or I just really used to love him
I sure hope that’s it.

  • Listening to: Fiona Apple
  • Reading: street signs
  • Watching: people
  • Playing: with pebbles
  • Eating: air
  • Drinking: earth

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:iconjohnnycadillac:

i thank you very much for the :+fav:
i really appreciate it
no has looked at this pic for a long time and i'm glad you like it

well...have a nice day
see ya

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c: hey thanks for the fav <3

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Thankyou for the :+fav:!

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You is in my journal mmhmm. go read no?
:blowkiss:

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:iconletsblamejane:
I see'd it! Thank you very much. :hug:
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Thanks for the fave =)

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Thanks for the :+favlove: on Kitten in the Storm! [:

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thanks for adding "Where is my Brandy?" to your favorites!!!


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ta for the :+fav:
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