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This Valentine's Day will be me and randy's one year anniversary :: knock on wood ::
I'm tres, tres excited and not hoping I jinxed this at all :: knock on wood ::
Randy got a new job and so far seems to really like it, I'm really proud of him. He's sticking with it.
We've had some really hard times this past year ... but we are making it :: knock on wood :: ( annoying yet? )
I love my boy!
*Self-Proclaimed Saint
A pornographic thought,
A pure immunity
The whisper of a dirty whore,
The time in which you spent on me
Another lifeless blow,
Another worthless attack
No affect for the effect
Nothing for you to ever show
A cloth covered heart, bleeding with insecurity
A sheild against your comical mind,
and nothing means as much you do
I'm not a martyr,
I'm just a saint,
Saint Pornographic Thought,
Of everything you thought to know.
Ignorance is bliss,
even the ignorant are arrogant
Nothing is safe anymore,
The king of nothing reigns today,
To bring down yet another reign of invisible terror,
Cheers!
Worship the dirty, scabbed feet of the self-proclaimed prophet
Yeah ... I'm talking about you.
You're dirt eyes filled with needy thoughts of thoughlessness
Nothing mattered
As long as it suited you
Here's your crown of filth,
I agree ...
... It suites you
Hello, my name is victim
Whisper loudly for an accidental confrontation,
For your own enjoyment,
For your own torture
Cheer from backstage, only to be unnoticed [[ unless by the other faceless masks ]]
For your own pleasure,
For your own self-image
A diamond encrusted hatred, spread from those not worthy,
"You don't know me",
I know what I see
An apologetic sound makes no difference to the deaf,
I tried,
I failed,
I no longer care
Selfish charity from the self acclaimed god
I couldn't bow,
I forgot to when my knees were blown out
Hello, my name is 'Victim'
Laugh, victim, laugh for all your comfortable pain
Lie, victim, lie
It doesn't hurt me, or make me worship
I am merely a vessel for the broken vessel
I didn't mean to make you so fragile
You are the only one
The only one, among everyone else
Tainted fragility is god's lovely plaything
A Wanted Whisper
Words shifted beautifully in sequential chaos
A day bleak and with unrequited pettiness
Only to be abolished by your unexpected glamour
Insight is but the key to existence,
And knowing one has sparked that solidifies immortality
You are only immortal to the dying,
And held so highly in a plain of those who try
Punctuation merely delayed the delight
But the Finish, I knew was coming
A bittersweet knowledge in seeing the end,
A finished task, only to strive for the new
Will I ever compare again?
Only the immortal can know,
And only you are immortal
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