

The Lonely OnesIt's the infomercials on TV The life he's trying to sell to me And the glimmer of his teeth off the camera lensThe Lonely Ones
A step beyond the misery Of a life lived so quietly And a sweater thrown from my apartment floor
I pack the boxes with my clothes I make it apparent so you know It's the last time you'll see me again
A step inside the subway cart The beating of my lonesome heart And a stranger with newspapers in his hands
The slither of metallic doors And the voice that sounds so much lik
look
Coffee break
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I missed you!
How have you been?
Thank you for your very nice comment. I am so happy you still like my pics
Keep in touch, I sure will
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yes children, art is indeed everywhere.
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00:31:07 <Spiff-Johnson> I'm gonna start putting fried eggs on ugly girls to see if it makes them more appetizing.
Hope you're having fun.
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00:31:07 <Spiff-Johnson> I'm gonna start putting fried eggs on ugly girls to see if it makes them more appetizing.
I was just today thinking of you, and specifically thinking, "gee, I wonder what Joanna would think of Promise to Keep... Shame she's not around to see it..."
Actually, you might have left your comment before you crossed my mind, but I didn't read it until just now.
But I guess it just goes to show, when I think of photography I'm proud of, I think of you.
Sure hope you're well. Feel free to let me know.
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¡pero no se vaya a pretender que soy yo! ¡vamos!
todo es falso aquí. cuando me hayan devuelto mi
casa y mi vida, entonces encontraré mi verdadero
rostro.
jean tardieu.
Enjoy the cake!
-kylie
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