

Your Sunday BestLife is what? Meaningless at best. A sadistic slide towards misanthropy. Hatred is your Sunday's best. Lust is the only light in your eyes. Forgive the sin that stains, of course, Like good little Christian twits, But that sin forever shades, Who you are, of course. Because to forgive and forget Is a dream unlikely to come true. Wrap it in silk- Put it next to that dream about the pony. Remember, of course, your Sunday best: Gossip, hatred, and lust.Your Sunday Best


Goodnight--The sun sets and night is born again. The blanket of gold lays undisturbed; I feel the evening chill. The autumn queen ages as the year; Soon she too shall fade.Goodnight--
I stand in this moment: Frozen, Alone, Forgotten, But not yet weary,
For this tale has yet to end, We must yet find our happy endings, And be tucked into bed -- Singing laments and lullabies in time. Take my hand before we enter the winter slumber.
But for now autumn lingers, And the last of the harvest is gathered. We gather and call our farewells-- "Goodn
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~Geben Sie mir die Stärke, um zu sehen, geben Sie mir den Willen, um zu sein.~
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The Twilight sequel has a title: The Twilight Saga's New Moon. I was hoping they'd go with Twilight 2: Still Suckin'.
~Dan Hopper
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98% of teenagers do or has tried smoking pot. If you're one of the 2% who hasn't, put this in your signature.
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98% of teenagers do or has tried smoking pot. If you're one of the 2% who hasn't, put this in your signature.
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Got a badge for my scars just the other day. Wore it proud for the sake of my sanity.
It's the saddest thing when angels fly away.
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