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J is for Jahova's WitnessIs it your relentlessness that has done me in? Your way with words that blows my mind? Or was it that you were my first? I had wanted to wait
I told you “no” with words You said “yes” with your body Aren’t I supposed to hate you? I feel nowhere near the crippling emotion Something so strong surges through me You’re like a drug that there is no clinic for You taste nowhere near an ashtray Even after you smoke two in a row. Your smile has a way of warming through my anger and fear You’ve gotten under my skin in a most unconventional way But what is conventional J is for Jahova's Witness
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Moment of choiceIn this breathless moment of no second chances, No changing the passion once it’s sparked I can see clearly in his eyes
Everything that we should not do, Not even dare to think about. But in the moment Surrounded by billowing clouds of invisible Fabreeze
And music drowning in the background, I feel a lunge in my heart And I want him, To take him To kiss him To do anything that our giddy minds and reeling hormones can imagine. But in one moment One stark flash of her face all inside his worn-out wallet The counter comes, The emotion that’s drugged Moment of choice
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Problems of our youthIt’s in this one vast moment of pale comparison With your eyes and the stark, crisp glisten of the snow That it dawns on this feeble heart I’m not supposed to care for you
Who can blame me with all your kind gestures? Who can stop the heart from feeling what it wants Death,
Or maybe an older love
I’m not supposed to care for you But who’s to say I’ll stop myself From diving in, And feeling young again
If I’m not supposed to care for you Then why do I find myself looking forward to you? This feeble heart with it’s tendencies to dive too so Problems of our youth
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Christmas eveningMy first present was a comforter for my bed. It was a faded black on top and rather disgusting mucus-y tan color on the bottom. I felt myself smile widely when I caught a glimpse of black underneath of the plastic, but when I saw the entire comforter I couldn't stop myself from sort of silently gasping in horror. It was the one from Wal Mart that made me gag every time I walked by it, and I felt myself scowl in a sort of hatred for it. Not at my mom, but at the ugliness of it itself, and then I remembered that my mother and her boyfriend were sitting there, expecting a joyous look on my face, so I looked up slowly with a pasted smile, trying Christmas evening
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Current Residence: Middle of Nowhere, New Hampshire
Interests: Anything and everything, minus sleep.
Favourite movie: America's Sweethearts
Favourite band or musician: Jack Johnson / Alanis Morisette / Matchbox 20
Favourite genre of music: Jazz
Favourite artist: Too many
Favourite poet or writer: Robert Frost
Favourite photographer: Cassandra Cassavaugh
Shell of choice: Conk?
Wallpaper of choice: Rainforest with lots of neon-colored frogs
Favourite game: Clue
Favourite cartoon character: Daria
Personal Quote: "It's all good"
Tools of the Trade: Photoshop 7

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~catmandingo Oct 10, 2009, 12:34:12 AM

These words you say to me,
They taste just like violet.
And the songs you sing to me,
They shatter all the silence.

Your violets, your violets,
I'm addicted to your violets.
But now it's all quiet.
I'm staring at the silence.

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If I wanted your opinion, I'd f*ck it out of you.

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~dark-angel-moonlight Aug 5, 2006, 3:51:52 PM

TO MY DEAR WIFE:

During the past year I have tried to make love to you 365 times.

I have succeeded 36 times, which is an average of once every ten days.

The following is a list of why I did not succeed more often:

54 times the sheets were clean
17 times it was too late
49 times you were too tired
20 times it was too hot
15 times you pretended to be sleep
22 times you had a headache
17 times you were afraid of waking the baby
16 times you said you were too sore
12 times it was the wrong time of the month
19 times you had to get up early
9 times you said weren't in the mood
7 times you were sunburned
6 times you were watching the late show
5 times you didn't want to mess up your new hairdo
3 times you said the neighbors would hear us
9 times you said your mother would hear us

Of the 36 times I did succeed, the activity was not satisfactory because:

6 times you just laid there
8 times you reminded me there's a crack in the ceiling
4 times you told me to hurry up and get it over with
7 times I had to wake you and tell you I finished
1 time I was afraid I had hurt you because I felt you move

KEEP READING.......

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TO MY DEAR HUSBAND:

I think you have things a little confused. Here are the reasons you didn't get more than you did:

5 times you came home drunk and tried to screw the cat
36 times you did not come home at all
21 times you didn't cum
33 times you came too soon
19 times you went soft before you got in
38 times you worked too late
10 times you got cramps in your toes
29 times you had to get up early to play golf
2 times you were in a fight and someone kicked you in the balls
4 times you got it stuck in your zipper
3 times you had a cold and your nose was running
2 times you had a splinter in your finger
20 times you lost the notion after thinking about it all day
6 times you came in your pajamas while reading a dirty book
98 times you were too busy watching TV

Of the times we did get together:

The reason I laid still was because you missed and were screwing the sheets.
I wasn't talking about the crack in the ceiling, what I said was, "Would you prefer me on my back or kneeling?"
The time you felt me move was because you farted and I was trying to breathe.
Once you read this letter you have to keep it going.
This game has been played since 1996.
You must send this letter to 7 people.
On the 5th day someone will ask you out or say, "I love you."

This is not a joke.
It has worked for many years.
If you break the chain,
you will have bad luck with guys/girls forever.
This is just for future readers.
This began in 1996,not much of a past, but it works.

So here are the rules:

If you read this on a Sunday, wish for a good week
If you read this on a Monday, wish for money
If you read this on a Tuesday, wish for love
If you read this on a Wednesday, wish for success
If you read this on a Thursday, wish for anything you want
If you read this on a Friday, wish for a really hot date
If you read this on a Saturday, wish for an important phone call

Send this to seven people (after you make a wish).

Make sure it is sent as soon as you read it or your wish won't come true.

And check!

And repost dis with da name To My Dear Husband....To My Dear Wife...or u will bad sex in da future.......

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