tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8866070724526950130.post1826012167543156532..comments2023-10-12T15:21:36.381+03:00Comments on Full Blown madness: Ever afterThe dare-devilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02048674215239142431noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8866070724526950130.post-18842872856207590832009-07-12T11:50:51.676+03:002009-07-12T11:50:51.676+03:00why i keep coming back here is entirely beyond me....why i keep coming back here is entirely beyond me.<br /><br />@ princess, thanks for the advice, and the smiley, though as my uncle eliah always says, you cannot teach your mother how to give birth.streetsiderhttp://streetsider.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8866070724526950130.post-35531335137687918052009-07-10T18:49:39.552+03:002009-07-10T18:49:39.552+03:00If they get like really bad gangsta-wannabe kids t...If they get like really bad gangsta-wannabe kids they will not be bored.<br /><br />This reminded me of <a href="http://www.poetryfoundation.org/archive/poem.html?id=11804" rel="nofollow"> this </a>Bazhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05385605575323927150noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8866070724526950130.post-17004887421479390642009-07-07T16:40:18.026+03:002009-07-07T16:40:18.026+03:00You should have asked for her number, and not offe...You should have asked for her number, and not offered yours. Now look at you, all desperate. :)Princesshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07216928001562967888noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8866070724526950130.post-38658454387692124672009-07-07T16:36:39.466+03:002009-07-07T16:36:39.466+03:00i am tired of bouncing, i am not coming back here ...i am tired of bouncing, i am not coming back here again i swear.streetsiderhttp://streetsider.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8866070724526950130.post-7412317998279785992009-07-03T10:50:38.873+03:002009-07-03T10:50:38.873+03:00tsup girl, call me sometime. you have the number.
...tsup girl, call me sometime. you have the number.<br /><br />and post something, your children are in need of nourishment.streetsiderhttp://streetsider.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8866070724526950130.post-17796428209968182622009-07-03T10:47:15.837+03:002009-07-03T10:47:15.837+03:00sometimes the miasma of degeneration encirlces you...sometimes the miasma of degeneration encirlces your despair creating a vortex of completion that is as light as a feather settling on the essence of nirvana that tintinnabulates to the core of your being...<br /><br />seriously people...streetsiderhttp://streetsider.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8866070724526950130.post-79878196831306873342009-06-15T20:24:13.357+03:002009-06-15T20:24:13.357+03:00and i think u are a thinker...deep deep thinkerand i think u are a thinker...deep deep thinkersleekhttp://sleekandwild.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8866070724526950130.post-28196282297364145572009-06-15T20:23:42.797+03:002009-06-15T20:23:42.797+03:00lovely look...deep,sometimes unsettling images...
...lovely look...deep,sometimes unsettling images...<br />"For some it’s the outpouring of sympathy which if directed at them would kill every bone of pride in their bodies, for others it’s the pure and perfect hatred of weakness, and for others it’s complete desertion."..i am wit princess; so so true. You write so beautifully,even on the grim stuffsleekhttp://sleekandwild.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8866070724526950130.post-27458732688385068882009-06-12T18:27:55.492+03:002009-06-12T18:27:55.492+03:00Oi! I love what you've done with the place! :)...Oi! I love what you've done with the place! :)Princesshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07216928001562967888noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8866070724526950130.post-46513917182991063642009-06-12T18:27:13.217+03:002009-06-12T18:27:13.217+03:00There is no 'Ever After.' Only dreams, onl...There is no 'Ever After.' Only dreams, only could-be's.<br /><br />"...despair is something we can’t stand to be around. We loathe irrevocable hopelessness in our own different ways. For some it’s the outpouring of sympathy which if directed at them would kill every bone of pride in their bodies, for others it’s the pure and perfect hatred of weakness, and for others it’s complete desertion. Any way it plays out, the only sob stories we stand around for or perhaps even enjoy are those that last up until the part right before we get bored. "<br /><br />True 'dat!Princesshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07216928001562967888noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8866070724526950130.post-31613490986999439262009-06-12T16:47:01.514+03:002009-06-12T16:47:01.514+03:00There are several layers of a cocoon that despair ...There are several layers of a cocoon that despair and heartbreak can spin around our fragile hearts creating an impenetrable shell, but I know that time and devotion can peel away those layers one by one, although it may take a lifetime. Okay am outta here with my love conquers all bullshit....good post....again.Carsozyhttp://carsozy.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.com