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Amore Sacred LoveA more sacred love to mend our lacking souls.Amore Sacred Love
Men printed by stamp. Women woven by hand.
Taking and leaving
pennies. Just enough to fill the tank. On the in and in the outs.
Implying ownership.
But our victory will make us equal, When you call me Uranus. Like gods, my Gaia.
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Love the HungryIt begins with honesty. It begins with honesty.Love the Hungry
The way it fits you. Understanding begins with honesty. So love the hungry. Love the hungry. Love the hungry. Love the hungry. Pave your own path, Because it ends with tolerance. It ends with tolerance. It ends with tolerance. Temperance ends with tolerance.
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An epigram for you, SareneA new testament to your gorgeous face: Bengs to cover God's given amazing grace. That voluptuous brow, Sarene, I'd never replace, Nor could God remove that tumor from its place.An epigram for you, Sarene
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An exposition of sortsAn Exposition of SortsAn exposition of sorts
It really was a dark and stormy night, honestly. It wasn't raining yet, but you could hear thunder going off somewhere in this concrete labyrinth. It should be raining. Black clouds hanging above soaked the moisture right out of the city and now like any child's water balloon, they were about to pop. Bam! I hit the ground fast. Sprawled out on a stretch of sidewalk and glancing back at the black tip of my high heel stuck in a crack, I cried. My ankle pained only instantly and my gown was in one piece, and I was crying. My purse emptied itself and expelled a Smith and Wesson .45 caliber semi-automatic
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Egg TimingWe're driving in droves to the end of the bridge, to the end of the road, where the Earth starts to tip,Egg Timing
to the black barricades and the bright, neon lights, where the hourglass sand falls from dangerous heights,
and it lands in a pile, not a mound or a heap, and its shape makes me smile, and its scent makes you sleep,
makes you dream of a day when the world will end, and you'll stand tall and say "This is how it began.
"This is how it began, at the end of a bridge. I'm the last drop of sand; Damnit, lo
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- Current Residence: Missoula, MT at the University of Montana
- Interests: Classical studies and the future
- Favourite movie: Indiana Jones Trilogy, Solaris('72), The Dark Crystal, V for Vendetta, Total Recall, Blazing Sa
- Favourite band or musician: Radiohead, The Beatles, RHCP, Modest Mouse, The Lips, Pink Floyd, Led Zepplin, Armin Van Buuren
- Favourite genre of music: I mostly listen to progressive rock, trance, house, ambient, trip hop, punk, indie and jazz.
- Favourite artist: me
- Favourite poet or writer: Robert A Heinlein
- Operating System: Moving my hand in front of my face really fast.
- Wallpaper of choice: The Moon
- Skin of choice: Moist
- Favourite game: Halo 2, KOTOR, Legend of Zelda and the Ocarina of Time, Sonic the Hedgehog 2, and Soul Calibur 2
- Favourite gaming platform: Genesis
- Favourite cartoon character: David Brent's Karl Pilkington
- Personal Quote: nulla sancta societas nec fides regni est.
- Tools of the Trade: I lost my komboloi.
- Email: CharlesACunningham@yahoo.com
- AIM: pcscipio19
- MSN: pc.scipio
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Yea, Im in Healdsburg, cali. now ... Im going to Mexico City the 8th. See some muthafookin ziggurats biatch. Yeas.
Well ... I was thinking Im just going to live there too.
lol ........
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are you on 'myspace' Charles
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The moment my photos are made, time stands still forever, a moment in time which becomes history and part my past. ~cc'05
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