Lemon Extract: December 2005

Saturday, December 31, 2005

do you want to roll in ze hay? roll roll roll in ze hay?

Wednesday, December 28, 2005

SKRIMP BOOIILLLLL

Tuesday, December 20, 2005

Fund bafroom glass
candy man 1
candy man 2
candy man 3
cool breze
lights go of, bee land my sholder
Crazy niga come out swinging
almost gankd em
woke up in hospital
hook in azz
last week Wen't to bay fest
got ho

MY BLOG IS CRUNK, AND IT'S CRUNKER THAN YO BLOG

I want this Jazzy for christmas.

HARDCORE XXXXXXXXXXX!!!! XXXXXXXX!!! XXXXXXX!!!!

Thursday, December 15, 2005

beehehheheh

at least he's not wearing that speedo.

Wednesday, December 14, 2005

WEST SSSIIDDEE!!!!

bisness..... aint no mo games to be played.....its all strikly bixness from now on...u com up to me, u git ganked......git on somwer for i loos my timper.....i git mad jus lookin at yo face..........ugly self

Tuesday, December 13, 2005

YES!

FEAST YOUR EYES ON THIS

GAAAAAAYYYYY!!!! GGGAAAAAAYYY!!!

Monday, December 12, 2005

Dina is awesomefied

Hmm, dina decided to be a lemming and get herself a blog too. BE AWARE: THIS THING WILL BE CRAPPY. It will probably consist of me posting random subjects matter.. or possibly not even have a subject matter..

Mostly, this is just so people like Kaleigh and Bob can have something to do... because of course they're never busy working... or going to school.

I go now!

whatever makes sense

Above me no seraphims or nymphs,
but crew-cut men, walkie-talkies, crisp
uniforms, the tallest saying,
"Sir, you'll have to leave."
This room with its mahogany clock,
azure lights, dozens of new chairs
set in perfect lines, the grain
smooth as vowels. Among tables a few students
scribble notes, others thumb pages
and everywhere the smell
of fresh wax. Down four flights
we march, one in front and one
behind, past portraits of dour
Southern fathers, stations splashed
with lilies and nudes, past
magazines, blunt newspapers,
thy willowy librarian
hovering with pictures above children, banished
from this kingdom of books,
dear lover, i too
have wasted my life.

I Think I Need a Page Element for Original Ravings

You talk about dissapointment the insinuating perfume of the last woman to leave you. Or the day your life Seemed to hang by a thread anyone could snap. But no one did. It isn't easy to feel convinced that every part of the world can be used against you. That loneliness Real loneliness , won't ever desert you That it changes into a kind of comfort. You tell your friend you live surrounded By the logic of terrible mistakes. And listening to yourself think Is another way of losing hold. But it's not. Trust me. That's what I know Living where I've always lived, inside this body you'd tremble to imagine which is why you want to imagine me and tremble. To feel certain You and I share almost nothing.

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