hating the high

It doesn't matter who I am. It wont change you! But for those who are curious, I am 30 Single and Live in Corby Northamptonshire. The rest is academic. However if you ask me something, I will answer every question honestly, no matter how gruesome or childish. But if you do it anonymously it means you have no balls and I wont reply. Be brave and let me know who you are

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My favourite moment.

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If I had to define perfect.

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I make you miserable, you stick with me although you know I'm gonna ruin your life

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We Are

We are human shaped. Of intrigue and desire, Physical force and mental fires. Of storm and sun, and skin, And quiet moments amongst the din.

We are human shaped. Of secret worlds, and velvet hands, Erotic enigma, shifting sands. Of unknown hope, and saccharine pain, Serendipitous loss, violent gain.

We are human shaped. Of misty moments, and vivid sex, Cataclysmic error, and early text. Of orgasmic reticence, and repeating songs, Needing to leave, staying along.

We are human shaped. Of almond eyes, and forceful prose, Of hung low heads, and spiralling throes. Of endless patience, and imminent defeat, Of grave victory, jubilant and sweet.

We are juxtaposed. I break and fall, you mend and weave One without confidence, the other believes. I push, you stand.  You push, I absorb, One runs the other stalls.

We are the same. Of skin and lust, of giving and receiving flak, Of teeth for necks, and nails for backs. Of blending the sweet with the funny and violent, Of moving in spirals, lip locked and silent.

We are human shaped. Of wanting to scream out loud before pulling away, Of needing to leave but curious to stay. Of saying to each other this is only sex, Of being the beginning and guessing what’s next. Of having something to say, but remaining reticent, Of being hell born and heaven sent.

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Really funny parody

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Mom: I wish I was as pretty as you when I was your age!

Parents Friends: How many boys do you have chasing after you now?

Grandparents: Look at our beautiful granddaughter! How many hearts have you broken this week?

School: Someone touch it with a stick so we know it doesn't bite.

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A Letter I will not send

Dear you,

It has been a while since we have spoken, it has been a long hard journey since we last saw each other.  Some days I feel like I have forgotten you, and I am pretty sure you have forgotten me,

But then days like this I remember everything.  I remember holding your hand in the beating sun as we walked the farm with our son.  I remember us both crying as our daughter was born.

I don't wamt fpr anything other than to once again the air around me that I am thinking of you.  I know you will not read my words, and if I did tell that every couple or months or so I find myself trapped in our memories, you wouldn't care.

Not that I would expect you to.

Adam

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Love is a fire. But whether it is going to warm your heart or burn down your house, you can never tell.

Joan Crawford

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So when at the real end of the night, all the acts were pulled up on stage to do a song together, this is what happens when serious acoustic musicians get together drunk and improvise.

Featuring: A Quiet Riot, Hannah Faulkner, Richard Crabb (Crabby and the boys), Elliot Campbell (Aurora Sun) and Paul Davis (The Paul Davis Experience).  The best of Corby

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So at the end of the night, a guy comes up and sticks guitars in our hands and tells us "You haven't played that A Day To Remember cover you do.  I am sorry ADTR fans we were drunk, and unamped.

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Waiting for the moment to come live.  A Quiet Riots next original that will be on YOUTUBE with the proper music video by the end of July.

This is just us drunk, enjoying some bromance with guitars

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Sorry about the end of our falloutboy cover being on the front of this.

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Cataloguing some of the last couple of weeks