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Name: Scott
Country: United States
State: Kansas
Metro: Olathe
Birthday: 3/14/1987
Gender: Male
Interests: well life?
Expertise: being colorblind, tall, and really bad at dress myself. Male, Middle Class and white?
Occupation: Student
Industry: Research
Message: message me
AIM:  strugglingforair
Member Since:
11/29/2003
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| Please allow me to introduce myself
I'm the orange peel
You don't remember
But I was once part of your orange
I'm the peel that you left on the floor
You took the good part and walked out the door
And I hate you for that
I hate you for that
I'm the orange peel
When the flood waters reach where I lay
French Broad River will float me away
And I hate you for that
I hate you for that
I'm the orange peel
I'm the orange peel
I'm the orange peel
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| I thought about...
Your mommy
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| I've been thinking a lot lately. It's really hard to organize them sitting here. I should get that pocket notebook again. It hits my head right now trying to feel the things that have been flying through my head. A lot about my life, I alot about my feelings. There is this guy here I was talking to. He is kind of full of himself. but I don't know, maybe that's the way to do things. He was talking about his confidenence level. I said my confidence level is pretty much always the same. It's not high, but it's not low. It makes me kind of depressed. | | |
| She plays wipeout on the drums
The squirrels and the birds come
Gather round and sing the guitar
Oh i. . .have you got nothing to say
When all words fail she
Speaks
Her mix tapes a masterpiece
Walks through the garden
So the roses can see
Oh i. . .have you got nothing
To say
And you can see daisies
In her footsteps
Dandelions, butterflies
I wanna be kate
Everyday she wears the same
Thing
I think she smokes pot
Shes everything I want
Shes everything Im not
Oh i. . .
Have you got nothing to say
She never gets wet
She smiles and its a rainbow
And she speaks and she
Breathes
I wanna be kate
Down by rosemary and cameron
She hands out the
Bhagavad gita
I see her around every couple
Days
I wanna see her so that
I can say. . .hey kate | | |
| "Please relax," said the voice pleasantly, like a stewardess in an airliner with only one wing and two engines, one of which is on fire, "you are perfectly safe."
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