we thought you were a goner

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anything he can wear, part xxiii

SHE can wear better...

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superfine

buy the ticket, take the ride. hunter s. thompson.

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a time for new beginnings

New season, new location, new friends... all great things to start off a four day work week.

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bamf, part ix

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swirls of pink and blue

they who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escapes those who dream only by night.

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the cool kids

leather, jeans and combat boots.

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a life without reason

it is no way to live, to wait to love.

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I'll be with you darling soon

I'll be with you when the stars start falling...

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a pocketful of gold

many have I loved, many times been bitten

many times I've gazed along the open road

many times I've lied, man times I've listened

many times I've wondered how much there is to know

many dreams come true and some have silver linings

I live for my dream and a pocketful of gold

mellow is the man who knows what he's been missing

many many men can't see the open road

many is a word that only keeps you guessing

guessing 'bout a thing you really ought to know

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out of the shadows

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pins and needles

love those dynamic poofs of pins

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jack, dreams and me

the air was soft, the stars so fine, the promise of every cobbled alley so great that I thought I was in a dream. 

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crave, want, need

I crave/want/need a pair of chunky platform heels. Desperately.

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paolo and francesca

As Hermes once took to his feathers light,

When lulled Argus, baffled, swooned and slept,

So on a Delphic reed, my idle sprite

So played, so charmed, so conquered, so bereft,

The dragon-world of all its hundred eyes;

And seeing it asleep, so fled away,

Not to pure Ida, with its snow-cold skies,

Nor unto Tempe, where Jove grieved a day;

But to that second circle of sad Hell,

Where in the gust, the whirlwind, and the flaw

Of rain and hail-stones, lovers need not tell

Their sorrows. Pale were the sweet lips I saw,

Pale were the lips I kissed, and fair the form

I floated with, about that melancholy storm

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le sang d'un ange

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left breathless

Few things match up to a beautiful wedding dress.

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