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Hot AND Quirky.

Only on every other tuesday.

Created on 2003-12-17 05:36:55 (#1607539), last updated 2006-11-27

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Name:	Junkie # 2
Birthdate:	02-02
Location:	Austin, Texas, United States
Website:	Jack @ deviantART

Contact:

sheshidingaway@yahoo.com

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Shut up. I've got nothing better to do with my time.

"You know where I belong? LA. You know why? Nobody belongs there.
It's the perfect place for guys like us."

"I find it's best to stay out of other people's affairs."

"Some are born to sweet delight; some are born to endless night"

"Visions are worth fighting for. Why spend your life making someone else's dreams?"

"Man is least himself when he talks in his own person... Give him a mask and he'll tell you the truth."

"Je suis personne peu de weasel.

"I went to rock and roll heaven, and I wasn't on the guest list."

"Clichés happen."

"Was that over the top? I can never tell."

"Things fall apart. Not everything can be put back together, no matter how much you want it."

"In a thousand years, there will be no men and women, just wankers, and that's fine by me."

"Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television. Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit crushing game shows, stuffing junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourself. Choose a future. Choose life... But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life. I chose somethin' else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you've got heroin? "

"Personality, I mean that's what counts, right? Personality, I mean that's what keeps a relationship going through the years. Like heroin. I mean, heroin's got great fucking personality."

"Screws just fall out all the time, the world is an imperfect place."

"When you grow up, your heart dies."

"All of this has happened before, and it will all happen again."

"I know that things are fucked up, beyond belief, and I have nothing original to say about it..."

"je t'aime, mais vous ne le saurez jamais."

As a girl you see the world as a giant candy store filled with sweet candy and such. But one day you look around and you see a prison and you're on death row. You wanna run or scream or cry but something's locking you up. Are the other folks cows chewing cud until the hour comes when their heads roll? Or are they just keeping quiet like you, planning their escape.

"I don't patronize bunny rabbits."

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