I wouldn't even dare to imagne

Do you know one of the things I love?
When there is a combination between the shirt I wore that day with freshly-washed pajama pants. Nothing beats it. Its me {and you} in those perfectly balanced forms. I wish I could bottle it, or make it uniform, but I [generally] dont wear perfume, so there is no uniformity. Just what is.
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I can feel the beat of my heart in my heel;
The left side of my foot is twitching like crazy.
And my right eye is running, but not crying, like mad.
I can think of nearly a million reasons to make a double chorus legitmate,
But none of them has quite struck that chord.

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I will never understand how the buzz phrases "equal protection" and "choice" co-exist in a constiutionally protected sentence.

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This isn't the right place or time to express my extreme disatsifaction. But disgusting is so relevant right now. You dont matter, but the repulsive idea of your "perfection" and the way you think of yourself as a god does---it just rubs me against every grain. You're snide little messages, and a cocky anwser that you had 'no idea', are just a pathetic showing too. And I DONT CARE but I really am sick of you, so consider this message just a frustration in general.
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Its going to be 5:30 soon. And the amount to drink gets more and more and more just to feel the tingle in my face. Tolerance building up so high that the crash has got to come on sooner than later, but in an insignificant way.

Have you ever just wimpered once? To hear what it sounds like?

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On a much, much, much, different note:

Did you know Heath Ledger had Ben Harper write a lullaby for him as soon as he knew he was going to have a daughter? If this isn't one of the saddest, most heartfelt pieces of learned information of your week, I don't know what could be....read the lyrics here and tell me it isn't errie and lovely and sad.