I Miss YouI miss you I miss you more than i miss Pogs and Yo-Yo's which lets face it, is more than anyone who's not going through a midlife crisis ever should I miss you cause i love you like i never knew I couldI Miss You
When my mind strays to you as it does more naturally than my jaw strays with gravity I smile Smile like i just swallowed the Cheshire Cat whole and some of him is trying to climb back up my food hole
I really gotta learn to chew my food
chew
How to essay Essay So it's Sunday night, 10:30PM, it dawns on you: by tomorrow's last block of class, you need to hand in a good copy of an essay and you have not even started. There is not much time to waste so it would be in your best interests to take note of this essay. First thing's first, you need to pick a type of essay. Some examples of essay types are persuasive, narrative, anological and process analysis. The easiest way to pick a type of essay is to first decide your goal. With your essay, do you want to inform, convince or explain something to people? if you are still having trouble dHow to essay Essay
Grad 1968 Beatlemania was well out of swing, the Summer of Love and the Monterey Pop Festival were a years past, the American's warring in Vietnam was approaching a decade and Elaine Collinson was two hours till graduation, three or four until she was out of town. She'd hoped anyways. She was sick of this town, sick of this life, sick of everything from the church she'd attended every Sunday of her life, to the school's she'd attended as far as her memory would go. Sick of the same old people. Kelowna had gone stale; it was a dreary dustbowl dampened only by plunging into the Okanagan LaGrad 1968
that car.“ Sex, Drugs and Spoken Word.” was scrawled across the back of the dingy, average car. It was older but still looked sporty amongst the new models, the way a middle aged mother looks before she has her first child and lets herself go. It was painted soft grey, which contrasted firmly against the gasoline stains that mingled with the rust and scratches. Looking closer, the back seat revealed months of absent mindedness and rushed mornings. And when I opened the door, the lingering musk of debris mixed with the smell of a newly opened package of cinnamon heart candies. It seemed familiar, like baking with my grandmother, who was addicthat car.
beware of G). i didnt read it and now i'm posting
Lazy
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My Devil Danced With His Demon and the Fiddler's Tune is Far From Over
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Tell me anything you want, any old lie will do.
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Future Rockstar
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Tell me anything you want, any old lie will do.
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Future Rockstar
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Tell me anything you want, any old lie will do.
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"WHAT BAR???"
"The bar with all the ballin' homeslices down that yonder"
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Future Rockstar
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