Fulhead Land
TNPer
i remember the house. one of many parties i was neevr invited to....lol 
Indie's Inanities
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Democratic Donkeys
TNPer
She does have quite the fan club.
OPArsenal
TNPer
No one's sig beats mine.Love your sig, by the way. It's my fave. After mine, that is.
Good lord, I've gotten smug. I'm starting to sound like Dylan.
Ever.
syber rad
TNPer
Thanks babe. i got all confused by yours, couldnt figure out who SR wasLove your sig, by the way. It's my fave. After mine, that is.
Good lord, I've gotten smug. I'm starting to sound like Dylan.
OPArsenal
TNPer
Thief.No! Don't. I love you.
Now, there are a lot of reasons as to why I dislike Garfield and think that comic strip and franchise are totally lame, but I agree:
Mondays suck.
Especially the ones where you're home sick in bed all day sans the comfort of your xbox and running around with a gun senselessly killing things.
Mondays suck.
Especially the ones where you're home sick in bed all day sans the comfort of your xbox and running around with a gun senselessly killing things.
hope you're feeling a little better
Democratic Donkeys
TNPer
That is ridiculous!!!!
Your room isn't clean!? How old are you missy?!
Your room isn't clean!? How old are you missy?!
Democratic Donkeys
TNPer
Yeah, i'm a piling sort of person myself. I've got a huge pile of 2 DVD's on my desk. Gosh, I am such a slob.
Democratic Donkeys
TNPer
Well I am a commie, and a jerk...
I don't have carpet sadly.
I don't have carpet sadly.
syber rad
TNPer
Me too! we should make a club
Vrtbovska Zahrada
TNPer
Hm, jerk yes, but communist.....perhaps rather Green, to be precise....but I'd join your club anyway...
Vrtbovska Zahrada
TNPer
Oh, you're one of them, too?! 
Monumental Proportions
TNPer
No, they just unleash Mike Tyson on you, so that once your ears are gone, you won't be able to listen to anymore Commie brainwash.
Monumental Proportions
TNPer
....down there?
improvise
i tear it
like the sky a million
holes that bleed
the sun into
some sparkled presence
that still clings
to the leaves
morning broken
by the slats
in my blinds
and i fling
pillow overhead
for just five more
five more
five more
minutes
in fifteen
i'm blaring
the scent of coconut
lime
steamy water and the
sounds you send
into tiny spaces
it barrels me
over and i fall
like niagra
like rain
like droplets down
the showerwall
the leaves
it's so many
tiny tiny huge things
i walk
some smug, some happiness
some lovely shoulders
bounce to the beat
of foxes, summer heat
she gets up
to rock and roll,
you see.
she gets down
she
is me.
haha.
look at the way
it's rolling.
this is improvision,
this is all i
thought i was
scared of.
i can't stop
moving
my legs won't
hold still.
i finger imaginary
chords
how you
feel.
this is me
with the windows
rolled down, this is
speed and a beat
through my
town.
hands clapping,
toes tapping.
i ride the wave
of all you send
to my ear.
bigger than...
new shoes.
a stereo at 12:30
at night
and the silent knocks
at the door.
i don't care
i don't care
i care so much
my clothes
on the floor, my
dry whispers
more.
it's how we
rock.
watch
how we
roll.
i need a guitar, i need
drums, i need a pen
a paintbrush i need
a microphone
i got my
inspiration.
it rocked my world,
let's rock
the nations.
i tear it
like the sky a million
holes that bleed
the sun into
some sparkled presence
that still clings
to the leaves
morning broken
by the slats
in my blinds
and i fling
pillow overhead
for just five more
five more
five more
minutes
in fifteen
i'm blaring
the scent of coconut
lime
steamy water and the
sounds you send
into tiny spaces
it barrels me
over and i fall
like niagra
like rain
like droplets down
the showerwall
the leaves
it's so many
tiny tiny huge things
i walk
some smug, some happiness
some lovely shoulders
bounce to the beat
of foxes, summer heat
she gets up
to rock and roll,
you see.
she gets down
she
is me.
haha.
look at the way
it's rolling.
this is improvision,
this is all i
thought i was
scared of.
i can't stop
moving
my legs won't
hold still.
i finger imaginary
chords
how you
feel.
this is me
with the windows
rolled down, this is
speed and a beat
through my
town.
hands clapping,
toes tapping.
i ride the wave
of all you send
to my ear.
bigger than...
new shoes.
a stereo at 12:30
at night
and the silent knocks
at the door.
i don't care
i don't care
i care so much
my clothes
on the floor, my
dry whispers
more.
it's how we
rock.
watch
how we
roll.
i need a guitar, i need
drums, i need a pen
a paintbrush i need
a microphone
i got my
inspiration.
it rocked my world,
let's rock
the nations.
mental imagination
TNPer
Just cut loose and blow some amps and speakers.