

A Long Way From IndianaFor some reason, I'd always imagined your hands as birds attached to the cuffs of your shirt Tied with red ribbons to the tethers that must've been your arms Those beautiful little white birds, flapping their poor, dear, little wings Trying to get away from the stark starched cotton that contained their tiny yellow feet.A Long Way From Indiana
I would watch you make them dive and swoop about the air; We all would.
For the longest time I wondered if I could set them free somehow In some bizzare turn of events in which everything dreamed could somehow be made real. And so I plotted.
Diag


Teacher Knows Best You know it's probably best to leave When your children are gone And so are your keys.Teacher Knows Best


This Guy Has Really Good HoursHe found himself sitting in an easy chair In a sunny apartment, Clean, with the feel of freshly vacuumed carpet Beneath his feet.This Guy Has Really Good Hours
He was by himself, but accompanied by the kind of loneliness that one feels before
Activating one's self for the day, Opening up the door, And glancing at the people meandering along the sidewalks.
So he grabbed the keys and the cell phone
That for some reason were his And he walked out onto the golden street And smelled late morning, The sweat of the cyclists, Chrysanthemums, And freshly baked bread.
He


Never fear, I am Non-toxic.You mustn't forget, dear father. Your last name is not Mattel. Nor is it Hasbro. Nor is it Playmobil,Never fear, I am Non-toxic.
Nor is it Sanrio.
You must remember, dear father. You own no plastic molds. No silicon gel have you upon your mantle Or in your bureau.
You may wish me to be a productive and constructive Lego, Or to live a life as emotionless and sanitary as Hello Kitty. You can hope my legs stretch as rubber and that They tan as beautifully baked as Barbie's. But hope's never done a great deal of good in the toy business, has it? I can't hope to end up a jewel
I miss you so much...
I don't know if you've been getting on IM, but I haven't been on AT ALL.
But, you haven't texted...so I haven't either...'cause ... you know me...well you know why....
But I miss you...
I leave for Kansas on the 8th, so technically tomorrow...so...:/ text me? So maybe we can talk before I go...I love you, girl. :/ I'm tearing up 'cause I'm going to miss you....
Love,
<3 Lauren
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When wood floors meet high heels. And shadows form from the chandliers.
IF ANY HATERS BOTHER YOU, TELL THEM: "KISS MINE!"
I just got that from a song :3 ARE YOU PROUD? Be..proud |:
Love,
<3 Lauren
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When wood floors meet high heels. And shadows form from the chandliers.
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Another flash! Top hat, silken cravat, red ribbon. (Violent heart.)
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Le temps n'a pas d'importance s'il n'altère pas la beauté des choses.
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You get so used to looking at things in just one way, from just one place. All it takes is one accidental view, just for a few seconds, and you suddenly realise you dont know the half of it.
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KAIBA: Oh, by the way, I may be adopted, but at least I don't live with my grandpa!
GRANDPA: He's got a point there.
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My Super-special-awesome gf: ~TheUnlovedMe
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Sir M. Wayne K. of Violence
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