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Post by itsmagic on Apr 12, 2017 7:10:01 GMT
In my experience; nowhere. There's truly no such thing as romance except in cheesy romantic comedies. You've been watching the wrong movies fangirl. "My darling. I'm waiting for you. How long is the day in the dark? Or a week? The fire is gone, and I'm horribly cold. I really should drag myself outside but then there'd be the sun. I'm afraid I waste the light on the paintings, not writing these words. We die. We die rich with lovers and tribes, tastes we have swallowed, bodies we've entered and swum up like rivers. Fears we've hidden in - like this wretched cave. I want all this marked on my body. Where the real countries are. Not boundaries drawn on maps with the names of powerful men. I know you'll come carry me out to the Palace of Winds. That's what I've wanted: to walk in such a place with you. With friends, on an earth without maps. The lamp has gone out and I'm writing in the darkness." "Well, I believe in the soul, the cock, the pussy, the small of a woman's back, the hanging curve ball, high fiber, good scotch, that the novels of Susan Sontag are self-indulgent, overrated crap. I believe Lee Harvey Oswald acted alone. I believe there ought to be a constitutional amendment outlawing Astroturf and the designated hitter. I believe in the sweet spot, soft-core pornography, opening your presents Christmas morning rather than Christmas Eve and I believe in long, slow, deep, soft, wet kisses that last three days." www.youtube.com/watch?v=ztuXo9BuNAkpreach brother
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Post by jeffersoncody on Apr 12, 2017 7:20:51 GMT
You've been watching the wrong movies fangirl. "My darling. I'm waiting for you. How long is the day in the dark? Or a week? The fire is gone, and I'm horribly cold. I really should drag myself outside but then there'd be the sun. I'm afraid I waste the light on the paintings, not writing these words. We die. We die rich with lovers and tribes, tastes we have swallowed, bodies we've entered and swum up like rivers. Fears we've hidden in - like this wretched cave. I want all this marked on my body. Where the real countries are. Not boundaries drawn on maps with the names of powerful men. I know you'll come carry me out to the Palace of Winds. That's what I've wanted: to walk in such a place with you. With friends, on an earth without maps. The lamp has gone out and I'm writing in the darkness." "Well, I believe in the soul, the cock, the pussy, the small of a woman's back, the hanging curve ball, high fiber, good scotch, that the novels of Susan Sontag are self-indulgent, overrated crap. I believe Lee Harvey Oswald acted alone. I believe there ought to be a constitutional amendment outlawing Astroturf and the designated hitter. I believe in the sweet spot, soft-core pornography, opening your presents Christmas morning rather than Christmas Eve and I believe in long, slow, deep, soft, wet kisses that last three days." www.youtube.com/watch?v=ztuXo9BuNAkpreach brother Going off on a tangent, here's a song for you. www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xkidg91kkOo
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Post by itsmagic on Apr 12, 2017 7:36:42 GMT
grew up in the foothills of the appalachians. college in the mountains. worked in bluegrass natural food restaurants to put myself through school. with the money i saved riding bicycles everywhere finished school. this is part of my heritage. real americana . thanks
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Post by jeffersoncody on Apr 12, 2017 9:14:27 GMT
grew up in the foothills of the appalachians. college in the mountains. worked in bluegrass natural food restaurants to put myself through school. with the money i saved riding bicycles everywhere finished school. this is part of my heritage. real americana . thanks Wow, that's cool. and beautiful itsmagic. www.youtube.com/watch?v=JsixsbwlG1Ewww.youtube.com/watch?v=7KrANPZhoFI
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Post by itsmagic on Apr 12, 2017 18:14:30 GMT
great tunes . love patsy cline too. thanks
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Post by itsmagic on Apr 12, 2017 23:19:01 GMT
i
like
it
when
you
look
at
me
that
way
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Post by itsmagic on Apr 12, 2017 23:32:55 GMT
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Post by itsmagic on Apr 12, 2017 23:48:56 GMT
fly
on
dream
angel
illumine
darkness
OWL
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Post by itsmagic on Apr 13, 2017 0:11:59 GMT
do you know how is nothing something depends on where you are to see it say you love me i already did no matter what how ever far apart now Know
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Post by itsmagic on Apr 13, 2017 4:16:01 GMT
today
my
orchid
put
forth
it's
first
bloom
Spring
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Post by itsmagic on Apr 13, 2017 11:58:43 GMT
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Post by itsmagic on Apr 13, 2017 12:00:31 GMT
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Post by itsmagic on Apr 13, 2017 23:14:43 GMT
angels rejoice we found each other after loves long search in our hearts we always knew it true the world was made for me and you
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Post by itsmagic on Apr 13, 2017 23:25:52 GMT
you
know
how
girls
dont
sometimes
give
you
that
message
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Post by itsmagic on Apr 14, 2017 0:16:03 GMT
if there was a
message and im not sayin there is i shouldnt have to tell you
you know
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Post by itsmagic on Apr 14, 2017 19:47:25 GMT
there
is
nothing
like
the
something
of coming
home
to that
special
someone
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Post by itsmagic on Apr 15, 2017 1:16:45 GMT
since you've been gone
i'm longing for the day
when we as friends of one heart declare our love known forever
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Post by itsmagic on Apr 15, 2017 1:32:55 GMT
did i tell you about my sweet love
when she speaks
the birds stop to hear her song
the sun refused to shine
so her radiance
outshone the moon
flowers bow while she graces near
around my heart lost in her
eyes
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Post by itsmagic on Apr 15, 2017 19:02:53 GMT
from
our
hearts
believe
our
minds
perceive
our
lives
conceive
from
darkness
dawns
Eve
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Post by itsmagic on Apr 16, 2017 1:52:14 GMT
hope's
light from darkness shines can it be we have eyes to see beyond the stars and know our hearts dreams woven in fabrics of our imaginings all the futures we envision together
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