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[30 Jun 2008|01:32am] |
The Plan is mine.
Oi! Mazel tov to Spain! Forty four years of being under-achievers is history, after they beat Germany in the Euro 2008 final.
And well done to good old Fernando, whose chip over Morten Harket (Sorry, I mean Jhens Lehmann) won the game.
Yay!
No time or energy for any more. Night!
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[30 Jun 2008|01:41am] |
I like to break the shackles,
sometimes
of what i'm suppose to think,
or feel,
guess what?
You break me,
you fuck up the rule,
there is no precedence,
for what you have wrought upon me,
or dealt upon my body,
I have no answer,
for any sum you suggest
or any cryptic clue you bring,
I have no rhyme,
or easy back out,
I just want to back into you,
find you there,
I wish you were here,
giggling in front of my tv,
escaping my smoke,
dividing my lips,
pushing a finger up to fortune,
loving my flaws,
fingers on my facts,
head on my chest,
doesn't matter what we do,
as long as it isn't the last word
we both draw
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[30 Jun 2008|01:47am] |
Do not explain,
please don't deny,
all this worthy work,
lips don't need cold,
mine are warm, and they admit,
so sweet a touch yet imagined,
is imagined nonetheless,
so sweet heart, please bequeath me,
such studded shining ritual,
that I may keep this light,
in my heart, head and limbs,
that I may turn into you one day,
like light turns to sun,
and one turns to nil,
that I may chastise the fall,
for turning into May,
my rose and thorn,
is spiked and torn,
but in the new look day,
I never turn old
Right. Explanation necessary. I'm writing without thinking. Disjointed seedlings. I am using this diary now as a writing board, rather than a journal. You may attend, but bear in mind nothing is planned. I need to do this. If the structure is unattractive, I am sorry folks. I am just freeing myself. I like it. Kinda. Sorta. This is really it for tonight.
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[30 Jun 2008|03:50pm] |
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This won't be long, because I can barely get a fucking connection at all. Today has fucking sucked, all day. It's been hot, tiring, frustrating and fucking annoying. I'd rather just say that and have done with it. To top it all off, I get home and I CANT FUCKING GET ONLINE.
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[30 Jun 2008|04:41pm] |
I think it's best that I stay away from the computer for a while and try to calm down, because every single time I sit down and try to do something I get more and more infuriated by the constant lack of any connection whatsoever. I could probably say it's the router, but the problems are indicative of those problems we've had in the past when the router wasn't as old. And those problems were AOL's fault. So, I shall blame them.
I could go and buy a new router, but if this one is working and it's an AOL problem, i'm not laying out cash prematurely. I fucking hate AOL. Stinking shithorns.
I'll be lucky if this even posts. Fuck it all today, seriously.
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[30 Jun 2008|05:14pm] |
So, Max from Hollyoaks is dead, after being smashed in the bones by a car. the ironic thing is, out of all the shiny foreheaded foetus cunts on display, bickering, fucking, arguing and fighting all the time in Chester's most unrealistic teenage orgy of tossville, he was easily the only likeable character. And now he's dead. Now, this show is as bearable as watching friends and family being massacred by a pantomime horse weilding a sledgehammer. Whereas previously, it was as much fun as being bumraped by Coldplay. But I suppose, in some ways we already are.
Poor sarcasm there. Alright, fuck off back to it. I'm going to make the most of this rare connecting to watch some porn. Do you know there's this girl right, who can actually push a phone out of her cunt? 'tis true!
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[30 Jun 2008|05:23pm] |
She licked my dick,
I thumbed her crack,
when she fingered my prostate,
I had a heart attack,
she ate my shit,
I sucked her clit,
she sat on my face,
it was fucking ace,
She poked her cunt,
it was good old fun,
She kicked my balls,
The pain was unbelievable,
She fucked my arse,
with a dildo of genuine class,
I slapped her thigh,
she made me cry,
I spunked up her chute,
she screamed like a brute,
Don't worry, I don't actually like to fuck like this (Well, apart from the clit licking and being sucked off bits, and the spunking bit) I just am feeling silly.
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[30 Jun 2008|05:44pm] |
"Dear Ana Ivanovic.
Take my balls, please. They're not new, but they're fleshy and juicy, and waiting to be smacked about by your Serbian fucking fists. Hold them and love them, and they will secrete a paradise substance that'll taste as good as any nectar you could name. You can even ram your racket up my bumpipe if you like, you cheeky sod, and i'll return the favour by licking your lovely soft gob off."
Should I tell her I like potato puppets and that?
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