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Hello, I've waited here for you... Everlong. Tonight, I've thrown myself into, And out of the red, out of his head he sang. Come down and waste away with me, down with me... Slow how, you wanted it to be, I'm over my head, out of his head he sang. And I wonder when I sing along with you, If everything could ever feel this real forever. If anything could ever be this good again, The only thing I'll ever ask of you. You gotta promise not to stop when I say when. He sang. Breathe out, so I can breathe you in, Hold you in, and now, I know you've always been Out of your head, out of my head I sang. And I wonder when I sing along with you, If everything could ever feel this real forever, If anything could ever be this good again. The only thing I'll ever ask of you, You gotta promise not to stop when I say when. He sang. And I wonder, If everything could ever feel this real forever, If anything could ever be this good again. The only thing I'll ever ask of you, You gotta promise not to stop when I say when.

from quotheraven :

Where did you go?

from quotheraven :

I'm really a bit of yours, too.

from quotheraven :

...so does that mean that I'm nothing at all to you?

from imome :

im a week pirate :(

from imome :

You are a Pirate Second Class Do you remember the last time you took a chance? I do. It was when you decided to leave the security of your mother's womb and headed for the bright light. It's time to head for the next bright light, my friend. Creativity is not your strong suit. You are good at doing what you are told to do and that, in itself, is a gift. It's not a gift to you, mind you, but rather a gift to those who will be there to tell you what to do. You like long walks on the beach and cuddling, but would never admit that to your Guy friends who think you are okay but can't always remember your name. Tapioca pudding seems a bit extreme for a fellow such as yerself, what with all the bumps and stuff. It's a good thing ye be on a pirate ship, otherwise, ye'd would be walkin' because ye be positively pedestrian. Have a nice day. <a href="http://talklikeapirate.com/ppi.html"> What's Yer Inner Pirate?</a> brought to you by <a href="http://talklikeapirate.com">The Official Talk Like A Pirate Web Site.</a> Arrrrr!

from quotheraven :

Hi you!! I sure have missed reading your literature the way I used to be able to. I don't have a computer now so I'm not able to be blessed with your writings anymore. Makes me sad just to think of it all. It pleases me that I'm still listed in your favorites, however drab my writings must seem to you compared to yours. To know you in itself is a peaceful mystery...

from mylovedies :

still love you <3333, & will read

from mylovedies :

good to know someone notice.s my other crapness....<3...or something 0_o

from mylovedies :

do u think i hide myself from people...?

from mylovedies :

*still loves...*

from mylovedies :

<3. i don.t i.ve ever heard you sound so happy. are u.?

from mylovedies :

*stalks*

from quotheraven :

HAVE YOU MISSED ME? I'VE MISSED YOU. READ MY LATEST ENTRY AND YOU'LL SEE WHERE I'VE BEEN. I MUST ADMIT, I AM A LITTLE JEALOUS OF MYLOVEDIES, BUT I GUESS IF YOU'RE WILLING TO SHARE ME AND CAN DO THE SAME FOR YOU. NIGHT NIGHT, LOVE.

from mylovedies :

thank you <3 haha i ll try to be a good stalker!

from mylovedies :

d!dn.t kn�w what 3ls3 t� say.//w!th�ut s�und!n l!k3 a stalk3er.

from mylovedies :

from quotheraven :

so you love werewolves?

from quotheraven :

i know what you're talking about in your entry 2 days ago. i have secrets, too. about the end. you feel the need to give up too? i don't know what to do.

from quotheraven :

What a beautiful poem, sweet shed! I cannot believe how your words can move me to tears, joy, anger, everything. I simply adore you.

from quotheraven :

OOOOO being cranked and yanked hurts so damn good!!

from quotheraven :

I HAVE NOT BEEN IN THE MOOD TO WRITE. I'M SO BUSY I DON'T KNOW WHETHER TO SCRATCH MY WATCH OR WIND MY BUTT! I HAVE BEEN THINKING OF YOU, THOUGH. TERRIBLY, I MUST SAY. HAVE A SWEET DREAM OF ME TONIGHT, OK?

from quotheraven :

Who are you, my mysterious friend? Why do you taunt me so? Do you find joy in my agony, Joy in knowing that I do not know; Who it is you exactly are, Are you man or angel or beast? What an enigma before me, On your elusivness I dine and feast! My most tender and intriquate, Desireable supernatural shed. Talk to me soon or I'm sorry to say, I will be nothing more than dead.

from quotheraven :

why wont christina aguilera just DIE!?!

from quotheraven :

i have such funny emails you would love but i dont have an email address for you. that stinks!

from quotheraven :

Oh my shed! I adore you! I hate celebrities! Have you seen the show on E! about celebrities being hounded by the papparazzi and how they react to being followed, etc.? Oh poor celebs, they deserve privacy too! BOLLOCKS! I would kill every celeb I could if I had the chance! Bastards! We are the ones who made them what they are. They make $20 million dollars a film and we're the assholes who pay them! I'm going on a diet against celebs, wanna join me?

from quotheraven :

Hurry up and write something for my eyes to read!!!

from quotheraven :

THOSE JOKES ARE THE BEST! THE SADDEST THING TO ME IS THAT I USED TO BE IN LOVE WITH MICHAEL AS A CHILD. WHAT EVER WAS I THINKING? HE'D HAVE CLEARLY NEVER LIKED ME BACK AS I AM NOT A BOY!

from quotheraven :

My character is the muses. The muses of greek mythology were goddesses who ruled over the arts and sciences and inspired people who were best at them. Their numbers vary from legend to legend, but most agree that there were nine of them who each presided over their own realm.

from quotheraven :

I got it on in the church yard very close to the statue of the Virgin Mary. Do you think me hell bound?

from quotheraven :

i do so long to reach out to you... to feel your heart beating rapidly you never seem to see me anymore i write this to you, sadly oh joy, rapture, what we could have been if only you would let me come into your "shedful" world please do not fight this destiny you tease me, you taunt me you make me beg and plead you make my days into saddened nights you make my poor heart bleed hmmmm... you know what? that toilet light is manufactured in my home town, dallas/ft.worth! anyway...i'm thinking of you...

from quotheraven :

Did you write that poem today? You are so gifted. My magic madman.

from quotheraven :

Oh sweet Shed, such things you say...you are so beautiful...

from quotheraven :

You know how to handle a stalker? Just cut off his stalk!

from quotheraven :

Not that this should be any surprise to you, but I TOO am most like winter! I am exactly like the first of your entry today, as well. And if you ever want any girl advice, you should really ask one. I think I know what we girls like in a guy. I know what it takes to get you some, too! Baby, the girls will be throwing it at you! Just ask...

from quotheraven :

HEY YOU USED THE PICTURE I SENT! CHEERS LOVE!!! THAT JUST MADE MY ENTIRE DAY BETTER, THANKS! AND YOU KNOW WHAT? IF YOU DIDN'T TELL ME WHAT WAS GOING ON IN THE WORLD I WOULD NEVER KNOW WHAT THE FUCK WAS GOING ON! I REALLY RELY ON YOUR DIARY. YOU'RE THE BEST. I LOVE YOU!

from quotheraven :

Here's a new "diary of a madman" pic you can use in your diary if you want. A pressy from me. <IMG SRC = "http://quotheraven.diaryland.com/images/madmandiary.jpg" border = 0>

from quotheraven :

"Quaff Oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget thy memories of Lenore!" I just felt like yelling that at you. Thanks for updating your journal today!

from quotheraven :

I just hate the government, you know that? Poor Chong, just killin' time and sellin' some bongs and the Man has gotta rain on his THC parade! I heard on the Howard Stern show the other morning about a man who had raped his 11 year old, biological daughter, and his church raised enough money to bail him out of jail! His church! But not to worry, though he was able to return home, his daughter was no longer in any immediate danger. Why? Because 2 hours after the rape on her she hung and killed herself. This world is a smoldering pile of shit and will be taken care of sooner than anyone knows it. I love you, shed! I always will.

from quotheraven :

And your poem was very moving. Oh starlight, starbright, I wish I may I wish I could write, like the-shed does!!!

from quotheraven :

This is the end, beautiful friend. This is the end, my only friend, the end of our elaborate flags, the end, of everything that stands, the end, no safety or surprise, the end. I'll never look into your eyes, AGAIN! Can't you picture what will be, so limitless and free? Desperately in need of some strangers hand, in a desperate land...

from quotheraven :

I sit, I wait, I read, it's the same, I ponder, relentlessly, in vain, you still haven't written anything new, I'm saddened, I long to read your words, you leave me hanging, you torturer! Can't you just ramble about something? Anything? I will be mad at you if you don't! Please please please???

from quotheraven :

I WANT ONE OF THOSE ACCOMODATORS IN MY CLOSET TO COME OUT WHEN I "NEED" IT. OH, AND I BREATHE THROUGH MY BUM TOO!

from quotheraven :

HE DID WITH HIS BARE HANDS? HER EYES? I HAVE ALAWYS BEEN CREEPED BY THE MONGS, THEY LOOK STRANGE, LIKE EVIL TROLLS OR SOMETHING. PERHAPS GOD WOULD BE MAD AT ME FOR SAYING THAT, BUT I JUST DON'T FEEL SAFE AROUND THEM.

from quotheraven :

IT'S TOO SHADY IN HERE! IT'S DANGEROUS WHEN YOU CAN'T SEE CLEARLY!

from dwimmerlake :

HAWKWIND IN YOUR AREA HAWKWIND ON YOUR LAND!!!!!!!

from quotheraven :

OH, I GET IT, YOU'RE A DANDELION!!! HMMMM, PERHAPS MY BEING A LIGHTNING BOLT SOUNDS A BIT THREATENING?

from quotheraven :

My archetype says that I am a Lighting Bolt. It is amazingly accurate! I wonder what yours came back as? I would love to know more about you personally. At least if you tell me your archetype I can learn about you that way, so you don't have to go into great detail, I know you like your being an enigma to me.

from quotheraven :

the-shed...slowly i gasp at such a marvel before me... i can't feel anymore not one single thing... just hazy, blissful peace... i inhale and breathe you in, hold you inside of me and lock you away for my own selfish delight... i hope you don't mind this... you're smell is misleading if you do... i promise you will love it... it will feel like home to you... i don't know what this is that i am rambling on about... i just thought i would tell such things to you... i thought you might enjoy this maybe in a sweet dream tonight? i will meet you there by the big loud clock and get lost with you in time somewhere so don't be late...tick tock tick tock

from quotheraven :

that dead bird you spoke of, are you saying you want me, dear raven, to die???

from quotheraven :

i could have sworn you were edgar alan poe on that last poem you wrote. amazing...are you published?

from quotheraven :

stop being so "mysterious"! i mean, i know you're one of a kind and all, but throw me a bone here laddy! open your mind to me for a moment...let me in. if wanting this is wrong, i'm in a rapture of sin!

from quotheraven :

you are such a good writer you know that? i know you don't particularly care to hear shit like that, but it's true. i take it you are in the united kingdom, scotland is it? thank you so much for writing. do it again. more more more!!!! i can read your writings all day long!!!~*~*~*~*~*hurry hurry!!!

from quotheraven :

HOLY SHIT THAT SOUNDS PAINFUL!!! NOT THE SANDPAPER ROOM, THE ONE WHERE YOU LISTEN TO "WE BUILT THIS CITY" LOUD!!! OUCH!!! ANYHOO, I DIG YOU MAN! YOU SHOULD WRITE MORE IN HEAR. I KNOW I WILL LIKE IT.

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