Anyway, hi everyone who watches me, and what not.
Sorry, I've been so inactive. I guess, I kind of grew out of the deviantART phase.
Look out for some writing!
love,
laurajean.


Thirteen.Thirteen.Thirteen.
Coffee grounds; freshly rolled tobacco; Axe; body sweat; that's what you smell like. I don't like the taste of coffee; I can't stand the smell of cigarettes; Axe gives me a headache; and who actually likes to sweat? You smell, and taste like everything I can live without. I suppose so many negatives make a positive. Who would think that a combination of everything I can't stand could comprise a person...it doesn't matter. It never matters. Now: I'm sitting here alone, and words aren't coming easy, but they're not being that difficult. I'm alone in my head; a p
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A Parallel FeelingI woke up one day, and something was wrong, there was nothing buzzing in my head, it was as if everything that plagued me had gone.A Parallel Feeling
I went outside and saw, that I was not on Earth at all, the sun had never been that bright, and the sky had never been such a brilliant shade of blue.
There was no haze of smoke, hanging over the city, there were kids playing in the park, and people greeting each other merrily.
There were no police officers,
chasing through the streets, there were no alarms blaring, today's problems and fears. &nb
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Feel free to visit my page anytime.
Thank you for the add!
And I agree with your AIM name - Arbys IS evil.
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"Imagine a city where graffiti wasn't illegal, a city where everybody could draw wherever they liked. Where every street was awash with a million colours and little phrases..."
Banksy
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My heart's a battleground
I Love Jared <3 10/1/06
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And hours pass, and hours pass, yeah, yeah...
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angels had guitars before they had wings <3
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I'm the guy who will run around in the pouring rain, writing Communist Slogans on the streets in chalk, knowing they'd only get washed away in a few seconds. I also enjoy Acid Jazz
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