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ugh?

8:33pmShelia
ooops

http://www.marlinquaymarina.com/#/parasailing/4539125495

PARASAILING...says its nearby

8:34pmMe
our hotel looks like somethin from the wighties that's sweet

ohh you're serious about parasailing?

hahahahaha

hahahahaha

yeah twice!

8:35pmShelia
YES!

dildo.

8:35pmMe
great site they have hahaa

hey i'll come watch you

8:35pmShelia
their money goes into equipment

u can have up to 3 ppl do it.

8:36pmMe
hahaha

you carl and third unknown

Shelia
although somewhere around here a mother daughter just got killed parasailing....

u wouldn't want to?

uve jumped out of a plane

8:37pmMe
it's not fear. it;'s the unbelievable gayness of being seen parasailing. they sell dvds i'm sure.

8:38pmShelia
https://secure.guestdesk.com/Sites/oceanreefmyrtlebeach_com/images/ResvSystemimages/largeImages/ocean_reef-276[1].jpg?__utma=1.609553912.1277771475.1277771475.1277771475.1&__utmb=1.16.10.1277771475&__utmc=1&__utmx=-&__utmz=1.1277771475.1.1.utmcsr=google|utmccn=(organic)|utmcmd=organic|utmctr=ocean%20reef%20resort%20myrtle%20beach&__utmv=-&__utmk=139234611

im sure they did it.

their enjoying the ocean reef resort

8:39pmMe
haha i'd do her

8:39pmShelia
well idk where it is...itd be cool if we could go thouggh..

ewww .

that skin looks saggy

u can tell doughy ankles

8:40pmMe
i don't care. it'd be a great story

8:41pmShelia
lol i guess it would be

8:41pmMe
i'm sure you can go shelia. and i'll be there fuckin yellin at you

8:42pmShelia
ughh i gotta start training at jceppenny tomorow..lame..

iim not going myself..idk carl doesn't seem interested

of course i don't wanna die either..lol

of course i don't wanna die either..lol

8:44pmMe
i don't think it's the fear. i'm not scared. it's just too touristy for me. but if you agree to fill up my glass for one day i will do it with you. just one. deal?

8:44pmShelia
it says ur hopping offline

ive been on teh whole time

8:45pmMe
me too. weird

8:45pmShelia
fb blows

8:45pmMe
i don't think it's the fear. i'm not scared. it's just too touristy for me. but if you agree to fill up my glass for one day i will do it with you. just one. deal?

8:45pmShelia
u want me to buy u a beer/

8:46pmMe
no. just pour it from a container into my sippin device. shot, cup, whatever. it'll be jager, crown, and soda. not heavy duty.

8:46pmShelia
hahaha...we'll see..idk how much it is...

or ill bitch out when i see how high it goes...

8:47pmMe
if we deal then we are both committed. you cant retract. deallll???

i'll foot my end of the parashitting

wheelin and dealin 'her

8:48pmShelia
ok...DEAL!


im gonna tell them tomorrow i need that time off

FAMILY VACATION...

8:50pmMe
fuck yeah. wait. unless it's like ridiculously expensive. we can both agree on that amendum right?

8:50pmShelia
ughh yeah.

it said u have to call for prices..so it might be pricey

8:50pmMe
oh shit

we'll see. and you'll be serving icey feel goods all fuckin day hell yeah

8:51pmShelia
hahaha...u said one.

im not ur servant for the day

thats not the deal

lol

8:52pmMe
AND I QUOTE
"i don't think it's the fear. i'm not scared. it's just too touristy for me. but if you agree to fill up my glass for one day i will do it with you. just one. deal?"

the second use of the noun "one" is directly linked to the "one" used to decsribe the incrimiant of spoken "ONE"

thus both "ones" are linked to the times span of a day

8:54pmShelia
ur pure evil.

well i'll just sip some off the top everytime.

so it'll all be good.

brb

Ashland (On and On)

watch the rickets of the past rise up around me. the comfort i get. the darkness it holds. like a reign of power embracing my soul. undertaking my mind. i feel like an emporeror as their stories worn on and i dawned my crowm. feeling a bit obnoxious i pitched it aside and strolled with my robes. a leadership walk that put a soldier on my head in place of my gold. this type of strength is accented not physically created. my crown is my style, my voice, my achievemnts, my intelligence, my smile. i wear my posture like a flag. i guess this is my castle. brick and plastic. my chariot a washed out green, my throne of pegged wood. and this what my people now admire. leanin forward feel my actions crucial to creating and evolving everything i see revolving around me. significant as hell, my actions send runners in both directions. and acknowledges the stand stills. i can't help to see myself as a king, even if i'd walk by you through everything. i feed on your envy and shine quite above you, but this everyday shit is what really romances my heart. the little jokes, the fun, the games, saying ridiculous shit to girls, and lyin about our names. couldn't write it right if i tried it's just something that comes and calms deep from inside

she's never coming back

i've been too momentary to write lately. I've sat back and settled in. let the days spin by while grabbing onto every small pleasure. swiping it from the whirl wind. consuming it and forgetting it. i wish i knew where this was goin, i think.

sounds of silence we never knew would be so painful

it's paranoia. every snapped branch. every winter's wind whisper. it's all coming for me. i'm following your trail and every landmark you set is out to get me. and take me nowhere. i'll be closer when i finally rest. but i'll still never see you. never find anything in you. more of that organized chaos that sends me to savagery. that pulls my lungs deeper than CO puffs in dense humid air. can you read what it means? you know it's you? you probably think it's her. but you wish it wasn't. i wish you knew how much it isn't. see i set you signals too. i just flash a bird's eye view and i see us walking miles and miles away from one another. or is it parallel. both. with each bound. each second we go further and further apart. no reconciliation. not ever a word of it.

last words

She let her emotions shine. She caught her lucky 3 minutes to tell me exactly what she wrote in her heart. In pure silence. My voice murmmered hurridly. Was i missing it? her eyes stuck, set, and sure. I tried to speak it back. but i just spit in surprise. happy kid fuck ups of wide eyed momentary hope.

evolution

over self medicated this time. fuck my mind is racing. and there's nothing coming out worthy of mention. all i feel is irritated anger and lust. another dose of self reconciliation i'll pour down my throat. no wonder it's been so sore lately. i cough blood and spit venom. it's comin out of my nose by now. i don't hink i'll ever figure this out. how to use these things to my betterment. i turn everything i touch into something sharp or explosive. i sit back and watch my own self destruction in some disillusioned arrogant pride. as if my suffering makes me better. in tune. all it does is polish my misery. burn out hope. and close the door

i've turned on myself

i'm so scared to sleep tonight

cut to fit mix tape

this phone has never set so heavily in my shorts before. i step slightly out the door only to obsorb the sun of another turn of this earth. and it's like these feelings burst in their rebirth through every single day. i can't be strong anymore. i've fuckin lost it. i'm tore. to shreds as i kept all this in. i walked around like a loose cannon eyes on the floor panel and a routine that would demean the normal days worth of happiness or anythin close. what they say ,it is true when it rains, yeah it pours. like when you enter my mind i just can't hold shut these doors. so you come bursting through it's like all ghosts like a former you. but you're cold and your hard i feel it well in my eyes and of course here it comes a fuckin peace of me dies. i'm so afraid of loosing the you that i knew. the things that we shared. tried untrue. but my heart won't let me hold it against you, somethin tells me you should feel all lucky, so do you to have some man bent over you so bad that he'd tear his world down to know that you'd have anything and everything in every single way the kinda love an angels wings could only unfurrel. i'd die for you i've said it years ago. yeah still true. and as we grew i finally knew that i ain't alive without you.

Sue Is

i want to slit my wrists. and i'm not a criminal for saying this. i'm not insane for feeling it. for fantasizing. sometimes it just seems settling. just ending all the pain. the stress. every hard thing vanquisehd. i accept this feeling. one of my many contradictions. my many pains

6/10

Yeah. I'm pretty old fashioned. When it comes to love I think of it as this great transcendence.
When your emotions finally overtake, while incorporating, your nature.
The beauty in monogamy.
That's the beauty I find in some traditional ideas. ideas of loyalty, friendship, respect, love, perseverance. We don't need to change everything. Merely collect what's good and change what isn't.
There are finer points in life, when the sounds of self are relinquished with a deep gutted desire for something stronger. For a principle. For a belief. When they unfold, and you truly are enveloped in the waves of such an ocean, when you feel the cool liquid...when it surrounds and presses slightly into you, you can never turn away again. all the dryness in the world...every dried dead dirt path dusted into your mouth, could never remove the ocean. and what it felt like to float, just once. stealing the sight, the touch, time's erosion couldn't take it from you. it would only well into pain and desire. making the ocean more powerful than the dust dead dirt that became something of an everyday sting. it only serves to remind you that, somewhere, life doesn't hurt so badly.