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Well Dressed BoyThere’s nothing about him to mark him as special That well dressed boy in old London town A dapper young chap, just minding his own In polished black shoes, makes a clacking soundWell Dressed Boy
He coats his legs in skin-tight jeans They might as well be painted on A vision in white and black and grey Like a Photoshop painting in monochrome
Expertly tousled, his hair defines physics The wind never dares move a single strand He wears large black glasses, you can’t see his eyes And he carries a large, neat briefcase in hand
Yet despite his good looks and alo
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Oh DailyBoothIt was 2009, my thoughts were short, my hair was long Bored with nothing very much to do I’d climbed a dozen trees and watched a thousand DVDs It was hell living with nothing fun to doOh DailyBooth
My books, they’d all been finished My phone was out of minutes My life was dull, I felt such great despair So I logged on the Internet And man I never will forget The site that greeted me when I got there
And now we’re all completely hooked Snapping pets and food and books Sharing love online through all of our photographs Drinking ketchup out the bottle,
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Mr BrightsideIt started out with a kiss. How did it end up like this? It was only a kiss.Mr Brightside
It was only a kiss.
We had met back in the summer of 2005 at a party held by a mutual friend. There was a barbecue and it was populated by people of the age somewhere between university and marriage. The floating masses, those who still were in the mindset of a student but knew they should be further ahead.
In our heads, as children, we sometimes imagine we will be married and settled by this age. My parents married and had my older sister when they were nineteen. I guess I assumed the same would be true for me, although, as I&#
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Some Dance To Remember...Some dance to remember, some dance to forget. Tonight, I was dancing to forget. My right hand clasped his left and I guided his hip around the room as we moved in time to the music. His blue eyes shone out of the darkness, lighting up his whole face. I couldn’t help but smile as he looked at me, our eyes joined by an invisible bond I didn’t want to break.Some Dance To Remember...
“I shouldn’t be here,” I said, and although I knew the words were true, I couldn’t stop dancing. I was even leading – it had been my idea to dance. What was I doing? My girlfriend sat at home and here I was dancing with the most handsome man I&
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- Current Residence: England
- Interests: Reading, writing, theatre, walking, the Internet
- Favourite movie: Run Lola Run
- Favourite genre of music: Pop
- Favourite poet or writer: Douglas Coupland
- Favourite style of art: Surrealism
- Operating System: Windows Vista
- MP3 player of choice: iPod Touch
- Favourite game: The Sims 2
- Favourite gaming platform: Wii and PC
- Favourite cartoon character: Pepe LePew
- Personal Quote: "I don't like to judge ... but I do it so well."
- Tools of the Trade: Laptop, photographs, music, imagination
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- Email: michaelritchie200@hotmail.com
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Don't feed the models <3
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Friends don't let friends use Bad Moon Yellow
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"The chances of anything coming from Mars are a million to one," he said.
"The chances of anything coming from Mars are a million to one ... but still, they come."
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~indonesian, NDESO and proud.
Drawings are language, it's just not spoken or written.
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They think we're all the same
And always we're to blame
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{Excuse me for my bad English}
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The world hasn't become more violent, it's be come more televised- Marilyn Manson
FUCK. EAT. KILL. DO IT AGAIN.
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