

The Dangers of LoveA rose's tender caressing heals the soul. Aromas rise from nectar's sweet honey As ruby shines into the eyes of grace. The dew, a prism, alters the white to dye.The Dangers of Love
In springtime they often bloom, ne're dreaming harsh And frigid winds will chill and kill the dream. The thorns, intensly tearing flesh as thick
Cascading crimson flows from deep inside. The rose secretly hides malaise in bliss, Cleverly guising pain as blissfullness. A demon wearing angel's pearly robes With wings that lift to heavens shining light. A rose, always fancied most in bloom, But quickly withe


To Paint Your PortraitTo paint your portrait is but a travesty; For in your loveliness there is no mediumTo Paint Your Portrait
To capture your image. No oil can produce the cyan of your eyes,
Giving them their proper glow. Nor can a brushstroke detail the wonder of your grin, Which warms like a flame, Deep within.
Davinci’s paints would be useless To create a portrait that mirrors your visage. All of his hours and all of his colors Could not make what God has endowed in you. And mighty Michelangelo could never sculpt your radiance, He has not the tools to mo
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Yes, I rather like this God fellow. He's very theatrical, you know, a pestilence here, a plague there. Omnipotence. Gotta get me some of that.- Stewie Griffin
Adam
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"The last train out of any station will not be full of nice guys."
- Hunter S. Thompson
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dead eyes, are you just like me...
BAAAAAAH THIS IS GREAT
dancing shorts
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Laura flippin' Dean! (the first.)
BAAAAAAH THIS IS GREAT
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Laura flippin' Dean! (the first.)
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Bye-bi.
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Yes, I rather like this God fellow. He's very theatrical, you know, a pestilence here, a plague there. Omnipotence. Gotta get me some of that.- Stewie Griffin
Adam
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Yes, I rather like this God fellow. He's very theatrical, you know, a pestilence here, a plague there. Omnipotence. Gotta get me some of that.- Stewie Griffin
Adam
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