What sexy girl are you
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is that w joke life's paying on me?


What box do you get put in?
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You're in the Gangster box.
well i like that..... bite me


What Kind of Coffee Are You?
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You are a mocha. You might as well be cocoa. Why not just call yourself cocoa and be done with it?

a feeling of wanton inaneness and lack of form or substance
it seems that nowadays words seem meaningless and futile.......... they form a nothingness that never ends, be they verbal or written....... i had to push myself to do e above quizes and type this out, ironic as it is.......... but the want to just melt away and be carried along with the pouring rain is surging through me, yet i know i'm deemed powerless...........
is this the prime of my youth? cramming for exams and wanting desperately yet helplessly for my life to begin?

.................. i'm too tired to write further.............

to you, so broken and wretched,
who are beautiful, loving and loved in God's eyes. He sees.

his memory of fears
course down his face
pregnant of memoirs,
fallen from grace.

his unjustified shame
he wears like a crown,
damned to his grave
or so, he thinks

These nameless forms,
turning, greets he.
flailing in stagnant air
an emptiness creeps in

Now broken,
wretched
torn

to shreds

to piece this fragile creature of art
falls upon Him,
Who lifts; lightens; loves and lavishes.
His beauty, mercy, grace, are One

to darkness, daylight slowly seeps
Til once again
Standing pure at His feet, we see our radiance.
This, our paradise be.