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04-10-2010, 02:34 PM
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my initial continuing contradiction Preferred Pronoun?:
she has been dancing forever, and now it is very late, even for musicians Relationship Status:
to make us run out of numbers and collapse into infinity, but perhaps the answer is simply one 
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Location: one female angel dancing alone in her stocking feet, a small jazz combo working in the background
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Here I'm going Walkin' with my baby in my arms 'Cuz I am at the wrong end of the eight ball black And the devil, see, he's right behind us And this worker said she's gonna take my little baby My little angel back But they won't getcha, 'Cuz I'm right here witcha On the night train |
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04-10-2010, 02:46 PM
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A soul for a compass and a heart for a pair of wings. Preferred Pronoun?:
All I ask of living is to have no chains on me. Relationship Status:
All I own are the strides I spend to the finish line. 
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Location: Somewhere in between here and gone.
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You and me and the devil makes three Don't need no other loving, baby.
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Two or three things I know for sure, And one is that I would rather go naked Than wear the coat the world has made for me. |
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04-10-2010, 02:54 PM
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Junior Member
How Do You Identify?:
my initial continuing contradiction Preferred Pronoun?:
she has been dancing forever, and now it is very late, even for musicians Relationship Status:
to make us run out of numbers and collapse into infinity, but perhaps the answer is simply one
Join Date: Apr 2010
Location: one female angel dancing alone in her stocking feet, a small jazz combo working in the background
Posts: 19
Thanks: 6
Thanked 12 Times in 4 Posts
Rep Power: 17 |
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Now the tailpipe spit and the engine roared The tailpipe spit and the engine roared I's waving out the Plymouth door And the devil had a hold of me The devil had a hold of me The old folks saw the last they'd see The devil had a hold of me
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I have been one acquainted with the spatula, the slotted, scuffed, Teflon-coated spatula that lifts a solitary hamburger from pan to plate, acquainted with the vibrator known as the Pocket Rocket and the dildo that goes by Tex, and I have gone out, a drunken bitch, in order to ruin what love I was given, [. . .] I have. For I am a poet. And it is my job, my duty to know wherein lies the beauty Kim Addonizio |
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04-10-2010, 02:58 PM
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How Do You Identify?:
A soul for a compass and a heart for a pair of wings. Preferred Pronoun?:
All I ask of living is to have no chains on me. Relationship Status:
All I own are the strides I spend to the finish line.
Join Date: Nov 2009
Location: Somewhere in between here and gone.
Posts: 662
Thanks: 110
Thanked 1,447 Times in 369 Posts
Rep Power: 6344716 |
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When I strap on my boots And I slip on my suit You see the vixen in me Becomes an angel for you. Some days I'm a super bitch Up to my old tricks But it won't last forever. Next day I'm your super girl Out to save the world And it keeps getting better.
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Two or three things I know for sure, And one is that I would rather go naked Than wear the coat the world has made for me. |
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04-10-2010, 03:05 PM
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Junior Member
How Do You Identify?:
my initial continuing contradiction Preferred Pronoun?:
she has been dancing forever, and now it is very late, even for musicians Relationship Status:
to make us run out of numbers and collapse into infinity, but perhaps the answer is simply one
Join Date: Apr 2010
Location: one female angel dancing alone in her stocking feet, a small jazz combo working in the background
Posts: 19
Thanks: 6
Thanked 12 Times in 4 Posts
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You look a sight, sure you look great Your stocking seams, not even straight And that old faded dressing gown Your hair in curlers hanging down What could I have been thinking of Was it with you I fell in love Are you the girl that could inspire A heart with passion and desire I gaze at you in sheer despair And see your Mother standing there In front of strangers you're the same You don't mind putting me to shame You contradict each word I say Why, you would turn night into day You like to hurt me when you can I'm just a rug and not your man I hit the jackpot, yes, I know You've let yourself go I couldn't hate you if I tried I really want you by my side So try, try and be the girl I knew Let's really start our love anew I want to hold you in my arms And then surrender to your charms Let there be fire, not just a glow Come close to me, let yourself go
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I have been one acquainted with the spatula, the slotted, scuffed, Teflon-coated spatula that lifts a solitary hamburger from pan to plate, acquainted with the vibrator known as the Pocket Rocket and the dildo that goes by Tex, and I have gone out, a drunken bitch, in order to ruin what love I was given, [. . .] I have. For I am a poet. And it is my job, my duty to know wherein lies the beauty Kim Addonizio |
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04-10-2010, 03:12 PM
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Member
How Do You Identify?:
A soul for a compass and a heart for a pair of wings. Preferred Pronoun?:
All I ask of living is to have no chains on me. Relationship Status:
All I own are the strides I spend to the finish line.
Join Date: Nov 2009
Location: Somewhere in between here and gone.
Posts: 662
Thanks: 110
Thanked 1,447 Times in 369 Posts
Rep Power: 6344716 |
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Right here, right now I give my life to live again I'll break free, take me My everything, I surrender all to you.
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Two or three things I know for sure, And one is that I would rather go naked Than wear the coat the world has made for me. |
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04-10-2010, 03:19 PM
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Junior Member
How Do You Identify?:
my initial continuing contradiction Preferred Pronoun?:
she has been dancing forever, and now it is very late, even for musicians Relationship Status:
to make us run out of numbers and collapse into infinity, but perhaps the answer is simply one
Join Date: Apr 2010
Location: one female angel dancing alone in her stocking feet, a small jazz combo working in the background
Posts: 19
Thanks: 6
Thanked 12 Times in 4 Posts
Rep Power: 17 |
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Now when we first met you promised you'd get a house on the hill with a pool well, this trailer stays wet and we're swimming in debt and you want me to go back to school I bought these new heel, did my nails had my hair done just right I thought this new dress was a sure bet for romance tonight well, it's perfectly clear between the TV and beer I won't get so much as a kiss And as I head out the door, I turn around to be sure Did I shave my legs for this?
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I have been one acquainted with the spatula, the slotted, scuffed, Teflon-coated spatula that lifts a solitary hamburger from pan to plate, acquainted with the vibrator known as the Pocket Rocket and the dildo that goes by Tex, and I have gone out, a drunken bitch, in order to ruin what love I was given, [. . .] I have. For I am a poet. And it is my job, my duty to know wherein lies the beauty Kim Addonizio |
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