he gazed into the crowd, but he saw nothing. she was there , they were there but he didn’t see a thing. in fact he hasn’t seen anything for a while now.
he listened to the noises , but he heard nuthin. peple were cheerin, clapping and givin hazy speeches but he didnt heard a thing, in fact he hasn’t heard much lately either.
he was standing among others. Acting like others, but he was not there. Indeed he has not even been there for a while now. As if it’s just a swirly dream, he could hear bliss as the background music. In front of him, he could see ants swimming in the ocean. And he , he was driving on a twirly endless road towards the darkness with headlights off. moon was at its full glory, lighting up the road ahead of him.
but it wasn’t a dream, and he wasn’t on the road to nowhere.
he looked above, carefully searching for her. 
“is she biting her nails?” he asked himself.

C`est un mot qu`on dirait inventé pour elle
four years had gone by and he still was as lost as always. As he went through the papers he realized that nothing has changed. The box was still too heavy. He carelessly took out another bunch. Once they meant something, perhaps some sort of physical memories. abuse contacts But now the bench had turn into their graveyard. He had yet to grasp the concept of dealing with unrealities that once seemed real.
Malgré ses grands yeux noirs qui vous ensorcellent
La demoiselle serait-elle encore pucelle 
Sat beside the bench on the ground, He still could vaguely hear the music from his room. It had been a long day.
” What’s next?” he wondered. It was again just the two of them as it has always been. The silent brought him back to earth. He looked around desperate for a sign of life, but it was just the two of them. “So?” he asked!
O Lucifer !
Oh ! laisse moi rien qu`une fois
Glisser mes doigts dans les cheveux d`Esmeralda

i don’t mind the broken white lines. they have a balance ,a harmony, a system. They represent life to me. They connect the whole world together while they are indeed disconnected. They are the same and mean the same no matter where you find them as we are the same no matter where we are. They have a start and an end as everything in life has a start and an end. But you’ll always know that the next is just right up ahead. The repetition creates peace. If they could talk, they wud tell stories abt the millionaires desperate for love and lovers desperate for money. if they could write they had poems abt the broken cars abandoned beside the road and fast cars that rubbed off their color. They makes me feel safe. They are the only familiar thing in my life. the only things i know. the only things i understand. they are my constant! Solid yellow lines though, they are the limits. I don’t get along with limits! They Represent All That is Wrong In the World!

PEACE OUT

🙂
jun 1st,2009 
happy birthday kenlee!
look how they shine for u… and everythin u do
yea … they wer all yellow… expidoms .

Somethings gotta change!
Enraged by the world, he just wanted to scream.  Even if it’s for the last time, he just wanted to try. He didn’t know why, but he missed himself if that’s even possible. It felt as if a million miles distance now separated them. As if his soul and his body lived on different plants.  He was away from himself! And he wondered if there are second chances. ubuntu ftp server If it’s possible to wait until his body and soul are reunited. He didn’t know why, but he wanted to scream! He wanted to say the unsaid until his mind was unruffled! Pity, pity that it’s now too late!  You are not here and he’s drifting in the dark streets of his lonely heart! Even the brushing sound of wind on dead leaves was in wrath with him!

PEACE OUT

nothin is gonna turn out the way you want !
just get the fuck over it, its called LIFE not freakin disneyland!

the excitement didnt last long, its always this way…
your wishes , your wants become your worst nightmares…
perhaps its true… we are our own worst enemy!
dont know how its gonna turn out!

PEACE OUT

got a bad headache… 
had the dream again!
*note to myself* i have to stop nappin in the middle of afternoon! 
i’ve become addicted to Gordon James Ramsay!  if nothin else works, i might as well give cookin a chance!
atlesst i don hate it as much as i hate civil !
i don no wat to do… they r pushin …the sad part is i m just realizin again y i gav it all up in the 1st place! web security . color palette site database 2 dem pochod .

It was late. Darkness had embraced the streets. There were no stars in the sky. He could see the lights on the main road as he waited impatiently. charlie st cloud . It was the start of something new. It wasn’t the waiting that was bothering him. It wasn’t the darkness either. The pain in his lower back was slowly growing but that was the last thing on his mind. Perhaps the fear of unknown was the reason. He wasn’t even sure why he’s even there. He was solely focused on one thing, and that was nothing but a big question mark. As if nothing else mattered in the world. Unknowingly, he was counting the tick tock sound of his watch. domain mentions Now he could see her getting close to the car. She looked beautiful as always. but there was something different about her. She was unhappy. It had been awhile since last he had seen her. Her steps were like a broom brushing off dust from old pile of emotions. expired domains . He couldn’t decide if she looked anxious or scared. Now she was close enough for him to hear her exhale. As though the curls possessed a magic spell, a smile took over his face. For a moment, he felt he lives in a beautiful world….“ello” he whispered.

shit happens!
life is never fair…
and people are assholes including me and you!
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a reStart?
a reSet?
a reShit? buy a domain . same sites . Kenivenkaebas .