You are:
All of the wrong words,
At all of the wrong times,
For all of the wrong reasons.
Love it while you can./
I encountered my very own Ian Thompson on the bus last night. He was an artist -not a writer, but even so, very intriquing. I desperately hope that his father encourages his work./
Everything is painted with you.
Everything is garbage.
Not to say that you are garbage, just to say that you don't belong here.
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All of the right words,
At all of the right times,
For all of the right reasons.
Now Krista, do you see how easily this poem could have turned into a more uplifting message? Geez. No need to be rude right? World doesn't need more filth in it! Right?
Also, I'm not a spelling junkie or anything, but "Intriquing" is not a word. Sure, I had to use the dictionary to make sure, but it told me it's not! How dare you feed me new, useless words. I found another word that might be useful in it's replacement though. It's this word called "Intriguing". Kinda out there, but it means...
trigued, -tri·guing, noun
–verb (used with object)
1. To arouse the curiosity or interest of by unusual, new, or otherwise fascinating or compelling qualities; appeal strongly to; captivate.
Hope this helps.
Thanx Iiiiian,
As u no, my speeling atvendures ended in grad fife, and I need all the halp I can git. :)
Seriously though, damned math advances.
Oh, and in correlation with the first sector of your comment: The fact is, I was complimenting someone's power to overcome my brain's awful stigmas. So, good for them right?
Hum... weird... no new post for quite some time...
Okay, I had to.
Take nottice the distance between any of my posts lately, Ian...
;)
I'm finding my words faulty
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