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SEX! Now that I have your attention...
Name
DOB
Favourite Color
Your favourite sexual position is	doggie style, especially next doors. Sooo cute *tickle tickle* you like that? You like that bitch?
Your favourite sexual place is	as far into the ass barn as you can possibly get (ass means donkey)
Your favourite sexual partner would be	three pigs, two carrots, a rabid wombat, a whipper snipper, and a partrdge in a pear tree
Your favourite sex toy would be	Mr Potato Head. Advice? Never have children
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POETRY

There are those days
when I can’t get to sleep
I'm so tried
I'd like to fall into a deep Sleep
I fall in my Bed
but still I'm Alive
These questions in my mind
are so much bigger than Life
I have to leave them behind
I have to try to forget that I am still in my bed
In my deepest fears
I'm losing you
Even if somebody tried to stop my heart
I'm still Alive
I will never give up
Just turn off the lights
Don't want you to see me die
I look like I'm dead
but when you look at me
I am still alive
Just open your eyes
Don't want to see me cry
I'm right here where you want me to be
Fighting with myself
All I need to feel is yourbreath on my skin
This endless longing
between You and me
We can't give up now
we're going to make it somehow
In my Sweetest Dreams
I'm with you
even if somebody tried to stop my heart
I'm still alive
I will never give up
Just turn ofF the lights
Don't want you to see me die
I look like I'm dead
but when you look at me
I'm still alive
Just open your eyes
Don't want to see me cry
I'm right here where you want me to be
fighting with myself

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DON'T

I feel the whisperof your heart
It's so loud
 it dissipates me away
But when I'm gone
I feel like drowning
Drowning in you and in your eyes
You're Bleedingin my arms
Bleeding in my arms
Have you ever started that brand new day?
Had a second chance and thrown it away?
Don't crush on me
It only hurts
and makes you bleed
With me
You're Bleeding in my arms
Bleeding in my arms
You're Bleeding
in my arms
Bleeding in my arms
 
 
 
 
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BLEEDING

Bleed

I'm feeling crossed

I take it inside

 Burn up the pain

My thoughts are strange

Just like the things I used to love

 Just like the tree that fell I heard it

If art is still inside -I feel it

I wanna bleed

Show the world all that I have inside

 I wanna scream

Let the blood flow that keeps me alive

Take all these strings that They call my veins

Wrap them around Every fucking thing

Presence of people Not for me

Well I must remain in tune Forever

My love is music

I will marry melody

I wanna bleed

Show the world all that I have inside

 I wanna scream

 Let the blood flow that keeps me alive

 Won't you let me take you For a ride

You can stop the world

Try to change my mind

Won't you let me show you How it feels

You can stop the world

But you won't change me

I need music

I need music to set me free

To let me bleed 

 

WITCHY WOMAN

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The part of my life where I say "Whatever"

To me life is a big fucking joke. I no longer will shed a tear or huff and puff in frustration. I will only laugh the biggest belly laugh of belly laughs. I pondered upon moving away because of all of my skeletons and all of my heartache....Fuck that. I am going to make everyone who has made me miserable pay for what they have done to me. I am no longer afraid. I am no longer letting shit go. I am fighting for what I deserve and that is my own life. I will live whatever, however, with whoever I want to. I am 27 years old and will not explain myself to one single soul. For a very long time I have felt trapped, secluded, tied down and battered. I refuse to feel like this anymore. I always felt frustrated and held back. I never felt as if I would ever amount to anything. I would always be this small town girl, black sheep from a well to do family, who chose to walk down the wrong path just to spite her family. That is the worst feeling ever. That is also false. I am sick and tired of being labeled just because I choose to associate myself with such a diverse crowd. I hang out with bikers, preps, freaks, tattooed people, pierced people, skin heads, abercrombie types. . .I love all people. What? I have to pick one and stay with it? What is up with that? I frequently associate with "bikers". Ya know the dirty, scumbags, who are poor and live on their motorcycles . . yeah those guys who everyone stereotypes. Believe me you, that is the largest falacy ever heard. My "scumbag bikers" have their own companies, are hard workers, are respectful and family oriented and could buy and sell every one of us. Ahhhhhhhhhhh
I can't even talk about it anymore.
I am not really sure where I was going with this blog anymore. I have been interrupted a million times already so I will save this for another time.
Ahh Life is Good
This weekend should be a trip . . . I am horrified to even know what's going to happen with Farmer dying and all. It seems as if the world is falling apart.
I am saddedned and distressed and I miss him terribly already.
He has been dead for one week and yet it feels as though I was sitting next to his bed only a few hours, talking to him and reminiscing. . . . .saying goodbye.
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