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Hello, this blog is managed by a group of coolio people, who just happen to have a fetish for pick-up lines! SO, to all those love-sick fellows out there! Drop by every now and then to get INSPIRATION for that love poem/prose that you've been dying to write for that special someone! Remember! the more love, the more tears, so I suggest you include a tissue pack in your gift of love! OH OH! I almost forgot! Since we're such a coolio bunch of people, we obviously don't work for free right? So, if a certain poem/ pick-up line just screams at you to use it, just drop us a tag alright? We don't expect you to PAY (although we would love some tips) but you can just update us on how our literature has worked magic in your life!

WE ARE:
THE DRAMMADICTS!

June 2009
July 2009

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Dementee - image

Words from Before It's Too Late by Goo Goo Dolls.

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Saturday, July 25, 2009

HEH HEH
Missed us yeah?
HAHA okie, anyway this is dedicated to SHU-ANT COUPLE DIRECTOR (LOL)

Adapted from her "Running Tap" which was so freaking awesome!

Please save me because I am drowning in the beauty of your eyes!

heehee! :DD

Saturday, July 4, 2009

Siren

I became a criminal when I fell in love.
Before that I was a waitress.

I didn't want to go to Chicago with you.
I wanted to marry you, I wanted
Your wife to suffer.

I wanted her life to be like a play
In which all the parts are sad parts.

Does a good person
Think this way? I deserve

Credit for my courage--

I sat in the dark on your front porch.
Everything was clear to me:
If your wife wouldn't let you go
That proved she didn't love you.
If she loved you
Wouldn't she want you to be happy?

I think now
If I felt less I would be
A better person. I was
A good waitress.
I could carry eight drinks.

I used to tell you my dreams.
Last night I saw a woman sitting in a dark bus-
-
In the dream, she's weeping, the bus she's on
Is moving away. With one hand
She's waving; the other strokesAn egg carton full of babies.

The dream doesn't rescue the maiden.

Louise Gluck

credits: Christine Koh
:D

Labels: poem


Hello, this blog is managed by a group of coolio people, who just happen to have a fetish for pick-up lines! SO, to all those love-sick fellows out there! Drop by every now and then to get INSPIRATION for that love poem/prose that you've been dying to write for that special someone! Remember! the more love, the more tears, so I suggest you include a tissue pack in your gift of love! OH OH! I almost forgot! Since we're such a coolio bunch of people, we obviously don't work for free right? So, if a certain poem/ pick-up line just screams at you to use it, just drop us a tag alright? We don't expect you to PAY (although we would love some tips) but you can just update us on how our literature has worked magic in your life! WE ARE: THE DRAMMADICTS! June 2009 July 2009 Bituwin - template Dementee - image Words from Before It's Too Late by Goo Goo Dolls. Hit counter code here	Saturday, July 25, 2009 HEH HEH Missed us yeah? HAHA okie, anyway this is dedicated to SHU-ANT COUPLE DIRECTOR (LOL) Adapted from her "Running Tap" which was so freaking awesome! Please save me because I am drowning in the beauty of your eyes! heehee! :DD 12:11 AM · Saturday, July 4, 2009 Siren I became a criminal when I fell in love. Before that I was a waitress. I didn't want to go to Chicago with you. I wanted to marry you, I wanted Your wife to suffer. I wanted her life to be like a play In which all the parts are sad parts. Does a good person Think this way? I deserve Credit for my courage-- I sat in the dark on your front porch. Everything was clear to me: If your wife wouldn't let you go That proved she didn't love you. If she loved you Wouldn't she want you to be happy? I think now If I felt less I would be A better person. I was A good waitress. I could carry eight drinks. I used to tell you my dreams. Last night I saw a woman sitting in a dark bus- - In the dream, she's weeping, the bus she's on Is moving away. With one hand She's waving; the other strokesAn egg carton full of babies. The dream doesn't rescue the maiden. Louise Gluck credits: Christine Koh :D Labels: poem 10:25 PM ·