tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4369002993428927977.post1627766484353249741..comments2008-12-04T12:50:10.356-05:00davkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05970105614312371980noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4369002993428927977.post-29031387451338971162008-11-23T13:00:00.000-05:002008-11-23T13:00:00.000-05:00Beautiful....<BR/><BR/>This is the stuff rich kids crave. This is what brings them in our lives, slumming, all undercover-like.<BR/>They wish they could bond over hunger and the need to be inventive. They wish they had survival to teach them how to be fun. They wish all the while knowing their black metal credit card is in their back pocket, keeping them separate, at the unifying gathering around white bread pizza with hot dog pepperoni.<BR/><BR/>Keep on tellin our stories darlin'<BR/>they are universal beauty.harahttp://metahara.livejournal.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4369002993428927977.post-67383905552448471672008-11-20T09:53:00.000-05:002008-11-20T09:53:00.000-05:00Ahh Chill Phil.<BR/><BR/>You just sent a wave of Fayette county memories my way.<BR/><BR/>xoxo<BR/>DestinyDestinynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4369002993428927977.post-46342792251665909102008-11-16T10:30:00.000-05:002008-11-16T10:30:00.000-05:00You're <I>back</I>. <BR/><BR/><I>happy sigh</I>Danehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12601596473865988829noreply@blogger.com