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Funny how times change and it feels so good to never be the same. ~Faith DUMPED My dead relationship came back to life last night for the third or so time. It clawed through dirt, hoisted itself out , looked about then asked for directions to the nearest reservoir. My dead relationship was thirsty see? Limbs rotted, pale and dusky hued, lofty lights of all I Ever Wanted sheered bright thru Unearthing doubts and dripping clods of fearful clout my dead relationship rose from the grave ready and able It tried to approach about the nearest train timetable It had me to see, discourse to commence Intercourse to submit to, even though this time it "really, really wanted to" We fell to our knees last night, begged to please and hoped to love me. As I paused to admire the cold and beautifully bony façade I reconsidered death; indeed the last, Last breath. It asks in the name of all it was: LOVE THE UNDEAD and come to bed, and come to bed. But all I can think of? C old an

It felt powerful to speak, to agree with others that my life indeed had been a flaming horrible fucked up mess but I was better now, seemed stable and actually was. Enough to hold up a life, strong enough to carry a job; firm and rooted enough to want to. Still, wish I had said something louder and more often about my own dark times before I knew a person whose death was self motivated. Kudos to whoever came up with that one, folks are like “We need a better name for suicide, how about self-motivated death?” What a good way to look committed in the end. To help us feel better perhaps, though as callous as it is to discuss a life lived and ended, suicide remains a self motivated act. It is a decision. Wrong or right, it's motivated by a self. Today, we had a good LA Bi Center event and took a moment to light some candles in front of a picture of T, a valued member who killed himself almost 2 weeks ago. Only a few weeks after we had planned today’s party with him taking the n

So Axl Rose, is still a hero of free speech to me. It's nice to see him out and about...exercising his rights/pushing the paps back. Celebrity Video | TMZ.com This post is brought to you by The Blues, So now I wander through my daze And try to find my ways To the feelings that I felt I saved for you and no one else And though as long as this road seems I know its called the street of dreams But thats not stardust on my feet it leaves a taste thats bittersweet thats called the blues - GNR

Jessica Simpson and Billy Corgan Are Taking It Slow - Couples, Billy Corgan, Jessica Simpson : People.com UM UM UM UM WHAT? This is cool tho, I bet Billy Corgan is much sweeter than any of the other folks she's dated. I hope it works!