EnjOy IncUbus's Journal

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  • Archives for May 2003
  • Anything worth doing is worth getting hurt for.

    by EnjOy IncUbus on May 09, 2003
    Ambulance, no cost too much... ...We'll take a van. So you can take me to the h take me to the o I want you to take me to the s take me to the p I want you to take me to the i-t-a-l, I want you to take me to the hospital. Cause it's the color of a b, the color of l, to the color of o, color of o, cause it's the color of d, crimson red from my little bitty accident.
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  • Regret reminds me anyway.

    by EnjOy IncUbus on May 04, 2003
    I wonder when I wander home if I'll be fit to drink alone.
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  • Start over, is no way to begin.

    by EnjOy IncUbus on May 03, 2003
    There's dividing lines between east and standard time, so promise me... you'll still be mine. Will this come between us as I doubt all of the pages I pour out? When our doubts become regret, don't ever forget... my only, you own me, if you'd only see.
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  • Will you be my valentine?

    by EnjOy IncUbus on May 03, 2003
    You bend and you wave, when you're barely away. I wish I could say tonight, when you bend and wave good bye, you'd take me, with you.
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  • Everybody wants that fold of matches.

    by EnjOy IncUbus on May 01, 2003
    Recovering slowly, a torso fell from a beat up truck by a rural motel. The manager seen how the truck bed bounced while dust flew up with a rolling sound. Voices appear from the staff outside In bulbous text in a western style his mannequin neck spun to turn his face the bars spills drunks out frame by frame. Girls pushed girls side to side to hear a suction sound as limbs realign. The crowd just seemed to multiply they hear his plastic jaw as the news drops hard: "your retro career melted"
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