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Stacy's Poetry: Time
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Stacy's World: An Online Diary Of Thoughts. Last Update:08.01.05. Monday, August 01, 2005. I have grown as the seasons changed. I have realized change is good and necessary. Yet it is the hardest thing to do. I grew in mind and body yet I changed not in temperament. I thought I was same as the years before changing only when it is convenient for me. But I have realized I do change as the seasons do. The spring my youth when I look back I see happiness and ignorance. Posted by Stacy at 8:47 PM. Beautiful ...
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Manifestations Dilusions & A-Lusions: July 2005
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Manifestations Dilusions and A-Lusions. The thoughts of Joe Arrington. Period. Monday, July 04, 2005. Been Caught Playing Tag! 1 Myself: I am a person who may be kind of hard to understand sometimes. I try to look at things from different angles. I try not to be blunt about things unless I really feel I know you. 2 Wisdom: All my wisdom is buried under indecisiveness. The "wise" decision is not always the right one. 4 Family: My wife is my family. Period. 9 Friends: Unconditional love.
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Stacy's Poetry: Memory
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Stacy's World: An Online Diary Of Thoughts. Last Update:08.01.05. Monday, August 08, 2005. Memory is a fickle thing. The most wonderful ones that you wish to hold onto slip away. Things change, and rarely do they match your memory. Things seems smaller than they were when you were younger. You now have to stoop to squeeze into your favorite old fort. The vows you promised yourself a long time ago seem so silly now. Your soul may remember what it is like to jump off the swing,. Memory is such a funny thing.
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Stacy's Poetry: 05/01/2005 - 06/01/2005
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Stacy's World: An Online Diary Of Thoughts. Last Update:08.01.05. Friday, May 27, 2005. This little girl was raised on fairy tales. She believed them when they told her love conquers all. She believed them when they told her you can do anything. If you try hard enough. This little girl just saw the weight of the world. And it broke her. And yet I have to stare myself down in the mirror and say. You are strong, its just the drugs talking. Even when I'm drug free. And pray you have enough strength left.
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Manifestations Dilusions & A-Lusions: August 2005
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Manifestations Dilusions and A-Lusions. The thoughts of Joe Arrington. Period. Sunday, August 21, 2005. I really wasn't surprised that much though. You can find all kinds of Kramers, Jacksons, etc in pawn shops for cheap because the owner doesn't know the difference. I also own a Fender Stratocaster, a PRS, and a parts guitar made of vintage Fender parts and a strange looking homemade body. Happy hunting! Posted by Joe Arrington @ 10:46 AM. Typical working class guy by day, mad man guitar player by night.
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Manifestations Dilusions & A-Lusions: June 2005
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Manifestations Dilusions and A-Lusions. The thoughts of Joe Arrington. Period. Thursday, June 23, 2005. Has anyone seen this show, Hit Me Baby. There has been some old school bands that I really like featured. Unfortunately they have turned it into a stupid competition of sorts. Who's better Wang Chung or whoever the fuck? They also make the bands do 90 second versions of their biggest hits. Who is the goofy British fuckhead hosting the show? Posted by Joe Arrington @ 6:47 PM. Thursday, June 09, 2005.
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Stacy's Poetry: Poetic Coversation
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Stacy's World: An Online Diary Of Thoughts. Last Update:08.01.05. Saturday, June 11, 2005. Why are you afraid of me? What is there to fear? You said that I was everything that you wanted in a woman. We talk about any and everything. You have said that we mesh well together. So, why are you afraid of me? Are you afraid that you may fall in love with me. And not be able to control your feelings? Are you afraid that I may hurt you, do you think think. That this is a dream? Why are you afraid of me?
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Stacy's Poetry: 08/01/2005 - 09/01/2005
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Stacy's World: An Online Diary Of Thoughts. Last Update:08.01.05. Sunday, August 21, 2005. If he were a color. He'd be a deep dark forest green. If he were a car. He'd be a long stretch limousine. With room for all of humanity inside. Cause he is so giving. And he is so wise. If he were a number. He'd be a five cause he has such a brilliant mind. If he were an animal. He'd be an ass cause he's so stubborn sometimes. But if he were a song. He'd be a complicated melody. That complicated fellow he. The vows...
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Stacy's Poetry: Anger
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Stacy's World: An Online Diary Of Thoughts. Last Update:08.01.05. Monday, August 01, 2005. Repressed my inner demons have grown strong. Their shackles are weakening. I fear they will soon escape. I fear not for myself but for the fool who unleashes them. I will lose myself in their fury. I shall feel no pain till I reawaken. Amongst the devastated I realize I have become a slave to my anger. An anger which no one can master. Yet I am expected to bear its burden. My pain hidden beneath this false smile.
