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Update before the Ambien fully kicks in.

Spoke with Cassie, and she's doing well, has a cracked pelvis and whiplash. She is up and mobile and has been looking at what she is going to get as a replacememt It looksl like we were be ter proud owner of a Chrystler Sebring in the vey near futurel Her car was tataledm I don't actually know what happened to the3 other lady but I was very glad my daughter was not in the car when it happened. Anyone want to donate frequent flyer miles so that i can fly to rochester and bring my wife back. Can't wait that much longer. :( sucks to miss someon like that

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(Anonymous)
Aug. 18th, 2004 06:04 am (UTC)
"Lover I Don't Have To Love"

I picked you out of a crowd and talked to you.
I said, "I like your shoes."
You said, "Thanks. Can I follow you?"

So it's up the stairs and out of view.
No prying eyes.
I poured some wine.
I asked your name.
You asked the time.
Now it's two o'clock.
The club is closed and we're up the block.
Your hands are on me.
I am pressing hard against your jeans.
Your tongue is in my mouth,
trying to keep the words from coming out.
You didn't care to know who else may have been you before.

I want a lover I don't have to love.
I want a girl who is too sad to give a fuck.
Where's the kid with the chemicals?
I thought he said to meet him here but I'm not sure.
I got the money if you got the time.
You said, "It feels good."
I said, "I'll give it a try."

Then my mind went dark.
We both forgot where your car was parked.
Let's just take the train.
I'll meet up with the band in the morning.

Bad actors with bad habits.
Some sad singers they just play tragic.
Now the phone is ringing and the van is leaving.
Let's just keep touching.
Let's just keep singing.

I want a lover I don't have to love.
I want a boy who is so drunk he doesn't talk.
I've got a hunger and I can't seem to get full.
I need some meaning I can memorize.
The kind I have always seems to slip my mind.

But you, but you...
But you write such pretty words.
But life's no story book.
Love's an excuse to get hurt and to hurt.

"Do you like to hurt?"
"I do. I do."
"Then hurt me."
razorslave
Aug. 18th, 2004 07:42 am (UTC)
Well, that was interesting. . .

Rev
razorslave
Aug. 18th, 2004 07:49 am (UTC)
And in the middle of the U.S. I have no Idea who you are.

Rev
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