Facial Collision Course
F.rom now till tomorrow A.nd maybe tomorrow too C.are'n ice must be applied I.
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F.rom now till tomorrow A.nd maybe tomorrow too C.are'n ice must be applied I.
So ladies and gentlemen if you have children or have nieces and nephews or know folk that have had kiddies. You'll know that the lady in question always has a birth story.
There's a few things I should try and clarify with you guys. Over the holidays, these past six weeks, different things took over my life. A short, brief but wonderful romance.
@crowncottage I was born of the salt of the earth, A place where it is harvested, was the place of my birth. And from its loins I have grown. Ironic, yes, it's locally known.
Have you ever asked your mum Your dad, your grandparents About the stories they hold, And the tales they remember. The ones of a life before You were ever even thought of Let alone existed.
Johnny, Hey homeslice. How are you. Hot. Sick of curry yet. Today I have mostly been writing, I do love it, I wish I could make it my career.
#emotion #euphoria @wolfie Back in August, the 23rd I'm sure most of you know of my foot I was in loads of pain and was terribly scared But stayed as calm as I could.
There it is, That damned rug, Staring at me, Looking all smug. I was only 7, But this rug knew, I would trip over it, Even if it would be the last thing I do.
So for a while I'd not been feeling right Seeing a doctor gives me a fright But things were beginning to get to me Thought it was time I had an MOT She almost laughed looking at my long...
Johnny, Hey you. It was good to hear from you yesterday - I'm glad you had a safe journey, even if it is a bit rainy where you are (isn't it the end of the monsoon season?!).
Every piece of memory is crucial.
I should just explain about the "Birdy" part. Angelo Uccello is my composers name. Angelo after my Grandfather; Uccello because it's Italian for "Bird".
|the finale part| Suicide Methods: How are you going to do it. Consider this one carefully.
I wonder the empty hallways alone. Falling down on the cold stone floor never felt so good. I cry myself to sleep, waiting for a comfort that never came.
In the picture you see above, it's me and my bestie my favourite love. We are at a family party looking great Me and Sarah my best mate.
As a few of you kittens may know, I have been in France for a week or so - hence the whole not posting thing. But guess what. I AM BACK.
You may not have noticed but I've been gone a few days, But I'm staying in Canada, soaking up the rays. Had to wake up at witching hour, My family kept away, I was in a mood quite sour.
Another holiday about to end. Pen goes to paper in another dazzling city. The skies above breaking into loud roars. The beautiful sea seeping between the land.
The blood, is what I see first. I know what it means, I just don't want to admit. The life that was in me, is now dead. It drips, and I cry.
Today was the best day ever, Though not many would agree, My cousin @Jumjum met Harry Styles in the supermarket shopping.
Road trip up to Kent. Me wearing my shirt and tie, listening to The Beatles on my iPod, ignoring my grandma. Sipping my Cappuccino from Little Chef that needed about 6 sugars in it.
Now when I was just a nipper, It was really cool to smoke, Everybody did it even doctors (it's no joke), They'd sell em off to kiddies, In shops and everywhere, And you could smoke just when you...
A special one, for my father. Inspired by my learning of his birthday today. Please circle yes or no: 1. Does it hurt that I never knew your birthday until today. Yes No 2.
As promised I'm gonna explain my name. Well its not my actual name, and it's very far from it.