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Dear Ms. Sexton (Lyric) by <{Baba^Yaga}>

It's Summer time at the funeral You're so divine supernatural I see you there but you don't see me I'll keep on hoping we were meant to be But, we went crash, boom, bam I thought you knew we went crash, boom, bam I thought you knew how to love Someone like me It's Autumn now at the carnival I follow you there instinctual That lemonade sure stang your lips As I stare, at your growing hips But, we went crash, boom, bam I thought you knew we went crash, boom, bam I thought you knew how to love A fool like me It's winter-time at the festival Ice sculptured rows of chilled denial You're skating on the pond, with your new Bo You're so in love that I turn and go I go crash, boom, bam I thought you knew I went crash, boom, bam I thought you knew I see through Your transperacy It's Spring at last in the hospital I paint all day 'habitual' I'm better now, and so high above The Doctors cut out all our love It went crash, boom, bam I thought you knew It went crash, boom, bam I wish you knew how to love Border-line.. Serenity......

-=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. 20-Aug-02/7:31 AM
I hope everyone who uses this site explodes. It's all your fault, horus8. You weren't content with being a peddler of vaguness under one name; you use at least 3 or 4 that I know of, and all that's happened since then is people are confused since they don't know who to desperately suck up to and who to smugly but ignorantly condemn. How is the Gentry supposed to command the Peasantry if there is not even a semblance of order? You are a cad, Sir. Moreover, you are a talentless cad. And as for you, 'christof', could there be anything worse than someone who one minute smugly and knowingly drops a name in lieu of actual criticism and then gushes over whatever the fuck pops up next on his screen? I think there could. However, it would just be what I have just described but with a poo on top. Good day to you, Sir.




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