

My Private FriendI’ve got a little friend nobody knows My beautiful, private cell-keeper She waits for me by the window Every once in a while I see her I cling to her chest in frailtyMy Private Friend
She makes me paper cranes Or paints me pretty pictures And I run with her in the rain Sometimes we pitifully try and converse Once in a while we make painful love If I’m lucky she’ll shine her pearly whites Sometimes she silently stares up above She’ll up and leave for months on end Sometimes she leaves me alone to cry Maybe she’ll hug me in a crowd, then go Sometimes she nags me until I w
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bushwa: nonsense, bull
buzhwa: nonzenze, bull
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"You have no idea what I'm capable of..." -E.T.M.
By the way, sorry about the delay on getting you the prop list---I've been busy (that excuse is getting so lame, but it's so unhappily true). I'll type it up for you and email it to you if you'd like. I still have some decisions I have to make about it, so it may be a few days. Thanks again for your help.
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Oh remember in your narrowing dark hours
That more things move than blood in the heart
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moo.....just moo
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The Dark is generous, and it is patient, and it always wins.
It always wins because it is everywhere. Walk in the midday sun, and it is with you, attached to the soles of your feet.
The brightest light casts the darkest shadow.
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