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01-09-2008, 03:28 PM
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Does anyone want to volunteer to murder me?
The beauty of the world, the paragon of Amy!
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Location: New York
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Dear people with eastern standard time,
What time is it? We're having a weeeeee bit of a wind storm here, and the power decided it was going to go out, then come back again. The problem is, I have no access to working clocks, and therefore have no idea what time it is. The clocks are all just flashing zero's.
I'm confused. Help me. Much love, Amy. P.S. If you're not in eastern standard time, please don't tell me what time it is where you are. You're going to confuse me even more, and quite frankly, I don't really care.
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Where the Sidewalk Ends And before the street begins,by Shel Silverstein There is a place where the sidewalk ends And there the grass grows soft and white, And there the sun burns crimson bright, And there the moon-bird rests from his flight To cool in the peppermint wind. Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black And the dark street winds and bends. Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow, And watch where the chalk-white arrows go To the place where the sidewalk ends. Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow, And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go, For the children, they mark, and the children, they know The place where the sidewalk ends. |
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01-09-2008, 03:36 PM
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Does anyone want to volunteer to murder me?
The beauty of the world, the paragon of Amy!
Join Date: Jun 2006
Location: New York
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Yes, but I don't feel like looking. I'm lazy haha.
Besides, they all seem to say different things.
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Where the Sidewalk Ends And before the street begins,by Shel Silverstein There is a place where the sidewalk ends And there the grass grows soft and white, And there the sun burns crimson bright, And there the moon-bird rests from his flight To cool in the peppermint wind. Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black And the dark street winds and bends. Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow, And watch where the chalk-white arrows go To the place where the sidewalk ends. Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow, And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go, For the children, they mark, and the children, they know The place where the sidewalk ends. |
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01-09-2008, 03:43 PM
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I feel lethal, on the verge of frenzy.
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........................What a weirdo, Amy...hahahaha.
It's 4:42 for your information, child. 
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01-09-2008, 03:44 PM
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Does anyone want to volunteer to murder me?
The beauty of the world, the paragon of Amy!
Join Date: Jun 2006
Location: New York
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They're over our usernames? Wow, I didn't know that. Cool!
Haha, ok, sorryyyy. I didn't, um, see that.
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Where the Sidewalk Ends And before the street begins,by Shel Silverstein There is a place where the sidewalk ends And there the grass grows soft and white, And there the sun burns crimson bright, And there the moon-bird rests from his flight To cool in the peppermint wind. Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black And the dark street winds and bends. Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow, And watch where the chalk-white arrows go To the place where the sidewalk ends. Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow, And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go, For the children, they mark, and the children, they know The place where the sidewalk ends. |
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01-09-2008, 03:49 PM
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Does anyone want to volunteer to murder me?
The beauty of the world, the paragon of Amy!
Join Date: Jun 2006
Location: New York
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I have this really weird tendancy to observe things that nobody else has noticed, and to miss things that everyone else is completely aware of. I don't know why. It's strange.
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Where the Sidewalk Ends And before the street begins,by Shel Silverstein There is a place where the sidewalk ends And there the grass grows soft and white, And there the sun burns crimson bright, And there the moon-bird rests from his flight To cool in the peppermint wind. Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black And the dark street winds and bends. Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow, And watch where the chalk-white arrows go To the place where the sidewalk ends. Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow, And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go, For the children, they mark, and the children, they know The place where the sidewalk ends. |
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01-09-2008, 05:05 PM
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Does anyone want to volunteer to murder me?
The beauty of the world, the paragon of Amy!
Join Date: Jun 2006
Location: New York
Gender:
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Where do you live? I can probably find it out for you.
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Where the Sidewalk Ends And before the street begins,by Shel Silverstein There is a place where the sidewalk ends And there the grass grows soft and white, And there the sun burns crimson bright, And there the moon-bird rests from his flight To cool in the peppermint wind. Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black And the dark street winds and bends. Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow, And watch where the chalk-white arrows go To the place where the sidewalk ends. Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow, And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go, For the children, they mark, and the children, they know The place where the sidewalk ends. |
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01-09-2008, 05:52 PM
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