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The Sad Brunettes PoemThe sad brunette’s poem When god made me brunette What was his thought? I hope he regret I am so distraughtThe Sad Brunettes Poem
I’d rather be blonde
No wait, Instead
I’d like to sexy I’d be redhead!
So what is the point? Cause I can’t find love What do the gods think?
When they sit above
Do they laugh and smile When they look at me Cause that would be vile Do you now see?
What I mean? I feel dumb So I’ll dye my hair L’Oreal is the answer To my prayer
by ~Eskimow
my desktopby ~Eskimow
new poem?I welcome your body,new poem?
With my hands ‘round your neck,
drinking your violently,
pouring wine in my wreck, with random excuses You’re the devil in my ear talking seductive dishonest and queer silently suffering.
my lips touch your mouth,
Your dexterous fingers,
diabolical hands,
giving me treats,
as you trade me away.
by ~Eskimow
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- Current Residence: Aller manor, bedroom 1 west end
- Interests: words, violence and video
- Favourite movie: Boondock Saints
- Favourite band or musician: Muse, franz f, fratellis, rage against the machine, machinae supremacy, SOAD, Jet, Billy Talent...
- Favourite genre of music: Rock
- Operating System: Ubuntu 8.04
- MP3 player of choice: Meizu M8
- Wallpaper of choice: Zuómbie man b/w
- Skin of choice: some black stuff
- Favourite game: minesweeper
- Favourite gaming platform: Wii
- Favourite cartoon character: adam strange
- Tools of the Trade: my hands, my hookah, my head
- Email: eskealler@gmail.com
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I wonder if all existents are locked,
And bound to a course.
With no chance, for a choice,
No soul and no voice
Dude, this is the thrid time I've been here. It's a pretty awsome place!
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Abraham de Lacey Giuseppe Casey Thomas O'Malley...
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~ Colors! ~
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i still remember the world
from the eyes of a child
slowly those feelings
were clouded by wat i know now
where has my heart gone
trapped in the eyes of a stranger
oh i...
i wont to go bak to
believing in everything
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I wonder if all existents are locked,
And bound to a course.
With no chance, for a choice,
No soul and no voice
--
i still remember the world
from the eyes of a child
slowly those feelings
were clouded by wat i know now
where has my heart gone
trapped in the eyes of a stranger
oh i...
i wont to go bak to
believing in everything
--
I wonder if all existents are locked,
And bound to a course.
With no chance, for a choice,
No soul and no voice
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is my dreams showing me wat will happen or maybe just my fears.........but maybe all of this is just a dream and im not really real
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