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| cheer-up-emo-kid |
funny fantasies are never so real as oldstyle romances where the hero has a heroine who has long black braids and lets nobody kiss her ever and everybodys trying all the time to run away with her and the hero is always drawing his (sic) sword and tilitng at ginmills and forever telling her he loves her and has only honorable intentions and honorable mentions and no one ever beats him at anything but then finally one day she who has always been so timid offs with her glove and says (though not in so many big words) Lets lie down somewheres baby |
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| daxle | I saw him read at SDSU once. It was far too solemn, but I enjoyed it anyway. Tomorrow I'll be moving to SF when I can go to my beloved city lights whenever I please. | 020731 |
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| paste! | i missed city lights when i was in SF and powell's when i was in portland. still kicking myself for those two mishaps. | 020731 |
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| Ariadani |
where the dear and shrimpalla play... the deer dear. |
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