Blog from when I was using MySpace.
bored Um... Okay, I don't know what I'm doing... so I'm gonna be silly and just copy everything from my live journal and put it here... Sorry if this is an annoyance... but it's what I'm doing.
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You know what... I'm sick of crap. Stop with the crap... I mean come on. Seriously. "How's this work?" Oh, and by the way, you should know that those aren't traffic lights. And what am I supposed to do with my heart anyway. I should bury it in the hole I had to dig in my back/side yard. So I see you got several comments on my poems, thanks. I think Courtney even gave me Kudos whatever they are. So, uhh.. "do you think he's dead?" I never fired a shot. Irena was dug in like a bear's winter but plug... (just try not to imagine that) Okay, I'm just quoting things from everywhere and nowhere, and I should stop. I'm even making up my own quotes and quoting myself. And I'm probably doing a really bad job of it.
"Your Face Here" upon my heart with love
Matthew (Mahi) E.
P.S. So what's up with that??? What am I talking about??? And what the crap are these?... ¿¿¿¿¿¿???
Posted by Come Now Sleep (Is your love really Love?) on August 10, 2005 - Wednesday at 3:49 PM
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