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(no subject) [Mar. 4th, 2008|10:53 pm]
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kristinasharee
[Current Mood |confused]

i'm losing my mind.




where are you?
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(no subject) [Dec. 4th, 2007|01:42 pm]
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kristinasharee
i miss you more everyday.





today i dreamt of coming home to a place we call our own.



sad about it.










i will always come back to you<3





wife.
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pigeon? pigeon? [Nov. 27th, 2007|08:47 pm]
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kristinasharee
that c doesn.t even sound like a c
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hidden meadows [Nov. 8th, 2007|06:21 pm]
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kristinasharee
let.s move to seattle.


take me with you.




i.m not making it out here.



i need you.


and the rain.


and dance parties with strawberry champagne.



<3
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(no subject) [Oct. 5th, 2007|03:28 pm]
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meadowmeal
YES! TWO DAYS!


Dear Murphy's, here we come. Dear Senor Burrito, Dear Boulder Street-- Mayan, Ethan Hawke, Stella Artois, Confluence Park and the river, EVERYTHING!
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(no subject) [Sep. 27th, 2007|11:15 am]
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meadowmeal
IS IT TIME YET??
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(no subject) [Sep. 17th, 2007|02:36 pm]
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kristinasharee
[Current Mood |awake]

THIS IS ALL WE NEED.


WE ARE ALL WE NEED.


OCTOBER IS ALMOST HERE.
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(no subject) [Sep. 17th, 2007|05:56 am]
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meadowmeal
FUCK EVERYTHING BUT THIS.
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(no subject) [Sep. 8th, 2007|05:12 pm]
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kristinasharee
I WANT YOU.



I NEED YOU.




OH BABY



OH BABY
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(no subject) [Sep. 7th, 2007|05:50 am]
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meadowmeal
BRIAN ENO: THIRD UNCLE

There are tins
There was pork
There are legs
There are sharks
There was john
There are cliffs
There was mother
Theres a poker
There was you
Then there was you.

There are scenes
There are blues
There are boots
There are shoes
There are turks
There are fools
Theyre in lockers
Theyre in schools
There in you
Then there was you.

Burn my fingers
Burn my toes
Burn my uncle
Burn his books
Burn his shoes
Cook the leather
Put it on me
Does it fit me
Or you?
It looks tight on you.








I LOVE YOU.
I HATE THIS.
I NEED OUR TIMES.
I WANT NEVERENDINGS.
I CRY ALL THE TIME.
I DON'T GET OUT OF BED.
I SKIP EVERY MEAL.
I RUB MY ELBOWS ON THE CARPET.
I REPLACE SEX WITH LOVE.
I DRINK THE DISTANCE OFF MY MIND.
I SNEAK INTO OUR OLD BUILDING AND SLEEP OUTSIDE THE DOOR.
I BUY YOUR BIRTHDAY PRESENTS AT CERTAIN OLD STOMPING GROUNDS.
I REPLAY DAYS WHERE WE HAVE SAT IN THE GRASS AND FORGOTTEN OBLIGATIONS.



COME HOME.
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