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Blood_of_INSANITY
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Location: London, United Kingdom
Birthday: 10/24/1988
Gender: Female
Interests:
Expertise: i have many
Occupation: Artist
Message: message me
AIM:  bloodforINSANITY
Member Since:
4/16/2004
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| woh... xanga has like... a thing to ack! never mind i'm going crazy... anyway i'm freaking bored and no one ever reads these things anymore so thats why i'm so bored... fuck this this is boring *clicks over to myspace*
c ya!
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| "Your House"
I went to your house
Walked up the stairs
I opened your door without ringing the bell
I walked down the hall
Into your room
Where I could smell you
And I shouldn't be here, without permission
I shouldn't be here
Would you forgive me love
If I danced in your shower
Would you forgive me love
If I laid in your bed
Would you forgive me love
If I stay all afternoon
I took off my clothes
Put on your robe
I went through your drawers
And found your cologne
I went down to the den
I found your cd's
And I played your Joni
And I shouldn't stay long, you might be home soon
I shouldn't stay long
Would you forgive me love
If I danced in your shower
Would you forgive me love
If I laid in your bed
Would you forgive me love
If I stay all afternoon
I burned your incense
I ran a bath
And I noticed a letter that sat on your desk
It said "Hello love, I love you so love, meet me at midnight"
And no, it wasn't my writing
I'd better go soon
It wasn't my writing
So forgive me love
If I cry in your shower
So forgive me love
For the salt in your bed
So forgive me love
If I cry all afternoon
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| "Not The Doctor"
I don't want to be the filler if the void is solely yours
I don't want to be your glass of single malt whiskey
Hidden in the bottom drawer
I don't want to be a bandage if the wound is not mine
Lend me some fresh air
I don't want to be adored for what I merely represent to you
I don't want to be your babysitter
You're a very big boy now
I don't want to be your mother
I didn't carry you in my womb for nine months
Show me the back door
Visiting hours are 9 to 5 and if I show up at 10 past 6
Well I already know that you'd find some way to sneak me in and oh
Mind the empty bottle with the holes along the bottom
You see it's too much to ask for and I am not the doctor
I don't want to be the sweeper of the egg shells that you walk upon
And I don't want to be your other half, I believe that 1 and 1 make 2
I don't want to be your food or the light from the fridge on your face
At midnight, hey
What are you hungry for
I don't want to be the glue that holds your pieces together
I don't want to be your idol
See this pedestal is high and I'm afraid of heights
I don't want to be lived through
A vicarious occasion
Please open the window
I don't want to live on someday when my motto is last week
I don't want to be responsible for your fractured heart
And it's wounded beat
I don't want to be a substitute for the smoke you've been inhaling
What do you thank me
What do you thank me for
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| i partially have the internet, but its all foo-bar. anyway, um. we all
need to get together and go to six flags or something cuz i have a
season pass that i need to use up this summer so i can make it worth
its while. so call me. be cool.
SATAn
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| FINALLY! updating again. i at wes's house w/him n di. had fun. n shit n
shit... i finally got to see my BAYYBEE! im soooo happi bout that.
yeah...but that was a while ago tho. prom was fun... blah blah blah. i
duno know what to write what else so i'll catch you guys
laterssssssssss when i get to visit mi madre in Aneheim... OH! I MET
THIS toooootally hot british gal who is cool. and im starting to get
used to her accent and english words n stuff and after me, wes, di and
her were done hanging out i started to inheirit her accent. it was
cool
satan
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