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Created on 2004-12-07 00:02:31 (#5376308), last updated 2007-08-13

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Name:	DAMNYELL
Birthdate:	1989-01-24
Location:	Manchester, Kentucky, United States
Website:	FUCKYOUCREW

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damnyell

i dont believe in yrr god

met him in hell

Love is a dress that you made
long to hide your knees
love to say this to your face,

"I'll love you only"

for your days and excitement,
what will you keep for to wear?
someday drawing you different,
may I be weaved in your hair?
Love and some verses you hear
say what you can't say
love to say this in your ear,

"I'll love you that way"

from your changing contentments,
what will you choose for to share?
someday drawing you different,
may I be weaved in your hair?

i love you, you know

cruise control

You and me were kings over the parkway tonight, and tonight will go on forever while we walk around this town like we own the streets, and stay awake through summer like we own the heat. singing "everybody wake up, it's time to get down"

smile;

I know that it is freezing but I think we have to walk
I keep waving at the taxis; they keep turning their lights off
But Julie knows a party at some actor’s west side loft
Supplies are endless in the evening; by the morning they’ll be gone.
When everything gets lonely I can be my own best friend
I get a coffee and the paper; have my own conversations
With the sidewalk and the pigeons and my window reflection
The mask I polish in the evening, by the morning looks like shit.
I know you have a heavy heart; I can feel it when we kiss
So many men stronger than me have thrown their backs out trying to lift it
But me I’m not a gamble you can count on me to split
The love I sell you in the evening, by the morning won’t exist.
You’re looking skinny like a model with your eyes all painted black
You just keep going to the bathroom always say you’ll be right back
Well it takes one to know one, kid, I think you’ve got it bad
But what’s so easy in the evening, by the morning is such a drag.
I’ve got a flask inside my pocket we can share it on the train
If you promise to stay conscious I will try and do the same
We might die from medication, but we sure killed all the pain
But what was normal in the evening, by the morning seems insane.
And I’m not sure what the trouble was that started all of this
The reasons all have run away but the feeling never did
It’s not something I would recommend, but it is one way to live
Cause what is simple in the moonlight, by the morning never is
What’s so simple in the moonlight, now is so complicated
What’s so simple in the moonlight, so simple in the moonlight.

i love

tim
my friends
my mountains
driving
hair dye/cutting hair
wearing clothes that dont match, but are really colorful
music
not wearing deodorant
making someone mad,..
hanging out with saundra
taking blood baths.
sleeping with tim
having alot of candles lit in my room.
using weird passwords
kissing my MOM
talking trash
kicking some ass
not reading
making fun of people
working at wendys
spending time, with tim.
having all the lights off
listening to etid while driving..EVERYWHERE
sigur ros.
gs!be.
♥