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Name: sean
Location: Oklahoma, United States
Birthday: 7/15/1988
Gender: Male
Interests: going out, writing, filmmaking, music, partying, movies...i love tarentino, zach braff, kubrick, p.t. anderson, sodeburg, bright eyes, the spill canvas, blindside, the shins, mae, the academy is, bayside, the faint, straylight run and others...
Expertise: art
Occupation: Artist
Industry: Entertainment
Message: message me
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MSN: collins315@hotmail.com
Member Since:
9/7/2003
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| "Pink Champagne"
She
decorates her hand with a lit cigarette, sits down for a game of
Russian Roulette. It's her turn, she cocks the gun once more. Trust
her, she's done this before. "It's nothing, darling." Cause you're
crying for a cocktail. I'm not going through this hell. I told you
that we're through, and I swear to God this isn't coming down to you.
She rocks the pink champagne and gets a tad vulnerable. Looks to the
pink, dark sky and gets uncomfortable. She said, "You know what this
really is. So put me on your arm and we'll show this damn town how to
live." Cause you're screaming for that drink and I've decided what to
think--while I wait for something better than this, I'll lower myself
to your kiss. When the pearls around her neck are feeling heavy,
she'll be sitting on the porch all drunk and ready. She's taking her
time to get where she's going. She's only plastic underneath and
doesn't know it's showing. Yeah she has bigger dreams and a gorgeous
ass. Smile like a killer with just a bit of class. Yeah, you take out
that nail file. It's a sign of distress. You don't even see your
potential to be one damn good mistress. You're compramising everything
for that cocktail, putting everyone through this hell. And you can
sleep at night, knowing you put up a fight. But I know the things in
your head are worse than the ones under your bed. I give up. | | |
| i'm starting to get happy again. i'm less of a mess, but probably more of a fool.
:)
yours truly
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| "Screaming Flowers and His Mother's Eyes"
Dearly beloved, I hope you all look great. We're gathered here
today by opportunity, not fate. Check your purse, check the
mirror. Suck it up, it's your big premier. Curtain's
rising, so let's work on those tears. "Our Father, who art in
Heaven..." We'll send him in the ground with everything he has
given. Before the choir can start to sing, she'll have another
cocktail and slip into something. Something elegant! Like
last year's black dress. But cut it short, let's see your
weakness. Did you get what you thought you'd get? Did it
soak through the booze so you can feel it? "...the Kingdom, the
Power, and the Glory forever," Forget what ties you may have to
sever. You need attention so you sit and frown. Remember
we'll be up here when he goes down. It's not your damn fault;
it's not your damn problem. So you can start your damn party when the
preacher says "Amen."
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| Dear everyone and their fucking dog...
I'm in school right now. I am a teacher's aid this block, which is the block that is split around lunch, which means that I have about two hours worth of doing nothing but updating my xanga. So anyway, a lot's been going on lately. I have probably had one of the best Christmas breaks in my entire life. But towards the end of it, things have started looking shady. The one who means everything to me has kind of been backing down. I think that a lot of people do not realize how simple things are sometimes. Not everything has a profound explanation or dilemma behind it. And don't get me wrong, that's how I used to be. I was a cynical, self-proclaimed "thinker."
But sometimes "looking closer" can prove to be fruitless.
-Sean
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"Goldilocks"
Outside the pary, she's falling. Running away to call me. I know she's in a mess, but she shouldn't have to ruin that dress. She knows that I'll be there. Oh god, I will, I swear. She's chained to his ego. She knows she can't get away but she tries, because I'll be there saying "Hello" before her last bead of sweat dries. I said "Tell me. Was it good?" Silence. I understood. "Did you gain some respect this time?" Long ago, you lost mine. And when push comes to shove, you will still be saying "It's just love." Locked away up in your room, you'll be finishing off that chamagne, all by yourself, just waiting for him to speak your name. | | |
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