Wednesday, February 19th, 2003

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12:41p	Have noticed some alarm about my journal. Most clothing cannot keep journals! How do I type, after all? My sheer joy at hanging from the manly shoulder's of Spike once again coupled with the intense aura of sexiness and bad ass-ness gives me the ability to make my very thoughts take form. Should not be seeing Faith's pants (actually, would v. much like to meet them as they have same potential as me -- maybe I could teach them?) or any inanimate objects. Wonder if I can manuever Spike's strong thighs toward Faith's prison? (9 Comments | Comment on this)
7:53p	Ode to Spike *would clear throat if had one* I lived my life in shadow Never the moon on my face It didn't seem so sad, though I figured that was my place Now what's not to like I'm wrapped back around Spike! I'm under your spell How else could it be Everyone can see It's magic, I can tell How you set me free Brought me back finally! You were so disenchanted Much doom and gloom in the air You took me for granted But I was waiting there My sexiness shone Brighter than any you've known Was in storage hell Nothing I could do You just took your soul with you Then you saved me from my cell Finally, I knew Everything I dreamed was true You put me on yooooouuuuuuuuuuu My loneliness has died I can feel you inside I'm under your spell You are back with me Cloaking you so sexily With joy and love I swell Lost in ecstasy Spread around my Spiiiikey You make me com-plete You make me com-plete You make me com-plete You make me..... Current Mood: ecstatic Current Music: Under Your Spell (10 Comments | Comment on this)

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