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Saturday, November 23, 2002

I felt it. I felt

I felt it. I felt my heart beating. I'm alive... no one can tell me otherwise. "Ana's Song" - Silverchair
Please die Ana
For as long as you're here we're not
You make the sound of laughter
And sharpened nails seem softer

And I need you now somehow
Open fire on the needs designed
On my knees for you
Open fire on my knees desires
What I need from you

Imagine pageant
In my head the flesh seems thicker
Sandpaper tears
Corrode the film

And I need you now somehow
Open fire on the needs designed
On my knees for you
Open fire on my knees desires
What I need from you

And you're my obsession
I love you to the bones
And Ana wrecks your life
Like an anorexia life

Open fire on the needs designed
On my knees for you
Open fire on my knees desires
What I need from you.
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melly  on  11/23  at  11:06 PM

Do you see how I am always right?

Except for that one time that I wasn’t even close. The time that doesn’t count.

It was your hat wasn’t it?

clayton  on  11/24  at  09:51 AM

no, you are not right… yet… but i’m going to give you benefit of the doubt that someday you might be… someday

melly  on  11/24  at  01:10 PM

Okay but would you please take a picture with the hat when you get home because I was right about the hat.

clayton  on  11/24  at  01:41 PM

of course… one pimp hat coming right up

clayton  on  11/24  at  01:41 PM

uh… I mean… Big Daddy Hat

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