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| Tuesday, June 17th, 2008
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11:34 am
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A drunk person can learn to cope with things like seeing their dead grandmother crawling up their leg with a knife in her teeth.
But no one should be asked to handle this trip.
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11:34 am
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11:33 am
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| Sunday, May 25th, 2008
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11:27 am
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There comes a time when every life goes off course.
In this desperate moment you must choose your direction.
Will you fight to stay on the path?
Will others tell you who you are?
Or will you label yourself.
Will you be haunted by your choice?
Or will you embrace your new path.
Each morning you choose to move forward.
Or to simply give up.
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| Thursday, April 24th, 2008
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4:47 pm
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there is no happiness without tears, no life without death.
beware, I am going to make you cry.
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| Wednesday, February 6th, 2008
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5:52 pm
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Shed a tear 'cause I'm missin' you,
I'm still alright to smile.
Girl, I think about you every day now.
Was a time when I wasn't sure,
but you set my mind at ease.
There is no doubt
You're in my heart now
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| Sunday, February 3rd, 2008
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3:29 pm
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So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell,
blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail? A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell.
And did they get you trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees? Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?
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| Tuesday, January 1st, 2008
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5:54 am
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and since the day i left milwaukee,
lynchburg and bordeaux, france,
been making the bars lots of big money,
and helping white people dance.
I got you in trouble in high school,
but college, now that was a ball.
you had some of the best times
you'll never remember with me,
alcohol
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3:45 am
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| Monday, December 31st, 2007
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10:46 pm
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Darcy, Darcy darling dear,
you left me dying, crying there
in whiskey, gin, and pints of beer
I fell for you my darling dear
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