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The Man With No SonsJoaquin Godinez, the man with no sons lives in his garden. The man you pass by each day and forget to say hello to because he always says good morning first. Joaquin, with the rose in hand, thorns nestled in the rough flesh, hardened by years of labor. Firm and strong as the murky green eyes, like a tree trunk, centered on his face. The face, wrinkled, like paper you scrunched up with an angry fist. A man, who is no man’s friend and no woman’s love with no sons, is in his garden planting a seed which is better than any son. Shovel to the left, dug deep into the ground, unmoved and rusted like his love for life is anchored to his sThe Man With No Sons
by ~H-E-R
My KurtI named him Kurt. Why? Maybe it was because I just wanted to fill the empty void in my heart, though he did resemble my long lost grunge idol. His dirty-blonde hair, unwashed and matted to his cranium, un-kept. He looked like a dirty mop, tall and thin with messy unruly hair. I remember how I laughed. And his clothing… it resembled nothing like that of my hero’s, though as I looked closer, the rips in his grass-stained jeans told a story like no other, the annals of history written down between the strips of shredded denim. But then those striking blue eyes hid a sorrow and an undiscovered talent with angst and hope beckoning to me. Like daggMy Kurt
by ~H-E-R
My NameVanessa. A plain boring old name. Everyone seems to have it, like those tattered up jeans you bought years ago and wear without ever washing them. No one ever pays attention to it like the letter ‘I’. Or, like the color brown, or the number 45…My Name
My name lies lost and forgotten, tossed aside with the rest of the useless boring names like Jack, Ashley and Juan. But if only people knew what my name actually meant, because hidden in between the sticky syllables which lay stuck in your gums even after you finish saying it, a secret meaning lies behind each letter… Butterfly.
Ironic, I think since my sister’s na
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- Current Residence: In a dark hole
- Interests: Long walks on the beach whilst enjoying a nice medium rare sock
- Favourite movie: Lord of the Rings Trilogy
- Favourite band or musician: Audioslave and other J-Rock Bands
- Favourite genre of music: Alt. Rock
- Favourite artist: CLAMP
- Favourite poet or writer: Sandra Cisneros
- Operating System: Old fashion knife
- MP3 player of choice: I don't have one! T_T
- Shell of choice: Conch
- Wallpaper of choice: Little Ponies
- Skin of choice: Tan
- Favourite game: At the moment Soul Calibur II
- Favourite gaming platform: PS2
- Favourite cartoon character: Nicholas D. Wolfwood... So what? Anime is close enough to cartoon!
- Personal Quote: "I like cheese"
- Tools of the Trade: Traditonal pencil and paper! Rockin' it Olde SchooL!
- Website: http://www.gaiaonline.com/journal/index.php?mode=view&u=1722601
- Email: raven_armor@msn.com
- MSN: raven_armor@msn.com
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Minä pidän pavuista!!!
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I am P-Chan and current owner of the steel bannana.
And you put me on your +watch... (ish so happy that some is giving her love) THANK YOU TOO! GRACIAS! ARIGATO! MERCI! ^_____^
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I am P-Chan and current owner of the steel bannana.
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Couvert de fleurs, immédiatement je voudrais mourir dans ce rêve à nous.
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I am P-Chan and current owner of the steel bannana.
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I am P-Chan and current owner of the steel bannana.
your stuff is still really good you know, and even better given the resources
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Let me be the one you call
If you jump, I'll break your fall
Lift you up and fly away with you into the night
If you need to fall apart
I can mend your broken heart
If you need to crash, then crash and burn,
You're not alone
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Should crematoriums give discount for burnt victims?
Rue Morgue
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I am P-Chan and current owner of the steel bannana.
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