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Journal Entry: Mon May 23, 2005, 4:42 PM
Hearts of plastic, hearts of glass. One shall break, one shall bounce. Which do you hold behind your bones, ill rip it out and then ill know. Glass shattered on the floor..........it doesnt matter anymore.
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Besos
Lux.
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Miembro de *spanish-deviants
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I am the Girl Anachronism .
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Jillian
Something deeply hidden had to be behind things.
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manipulating goats since 78
i know!
this is me, hanging my head in shame.
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JUsT feEL SomEThInG!
All your stuff is very edible.
Although I partly blame you for addicting Aza to SL even more! Evil it is indeed....
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'here's to lost loves, old gods and forgotten friends and the seasons of mist and may each and every one of us pay the devil his due' -Season of the mists, Neil Gaimen
Hey there, Great gallery,
Can't wait till NIN at Luna Park,
are you going?
AzA
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?For I am I: ergo, the truth of myself; my own sphinx, conflict, chaos,
vortex?asymmetric to all rhythms, oblique to all paths. I am the prism
between black and white: mine own unison in duality.? A.O.S
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Art is Air
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JUsT feEL SomEThInG!
Cheers!
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Vapourz Global Graffiti Gallery - Photo's of Graffiti from around the World
i was going through my neighbours and noticed your profile.
great taste in music - you may be interested in some of my live music photos.
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JUsT feEL SomEThInG!
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