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The Clashing WalkHe never told anyone his real name. No one bothered to ask her name. He was the underground talk. The only talk she got was trash. He was a different person everyday, but still the same. She had no where to run, when he floated by. When no one was looking, she'd cry. Her heart would not mend. His face with merely a pain killer, that stopped working as fast as it started. Girls loved him, or I mean his looks to be realistic. She didn't think of that. He made her laugh and smile like nothing else. She would dream about their Wedding Day that would never come. He would sit ponder about what would happen if she loved him back. She did. He found hThe Clashing Walk
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- Current Residence: Cardboard box, in the middle of the street
- Interests: Stargazing
- Favourite movie: Dial M For Murder
- Favourite genre of music: Electro/New Wave/Punk/Metal/Indie/Rockabilly/Psychobilly
- Favourite artist: Rose Clark and Andy Warhol
- Favourite poet or writer: Rose Clark and Anthony Burgess
- Favourite photographer: Rose Clark and Nico Lisa
- Operating System: Windows
- MP3 player of choice: iPod
- Favourite game: I enjoy long walks on the beach & shooting other kids with BB guns.
- Personal Quote: There's that gosh darn Mr. Jingle again!
- Tools of the Trade: Jesus
- Website: http:// http://www.myspace.com/sexypistol77
- Email: skaispunk77@earthlink.net
- AIM: eletro 1984
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headache n heartache.
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Distant memories haunt me
It truly seems like a dream
Like a dead man's song
A machine with no conscience
im your favorite photographer?
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