__khAi *
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Eilsakhai 'khAi' DruMetal
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Combat Medic
Percussionist - Drummer
recuperating heartbreak
relish.
smile and beguile
growing old with her
Lamborghini Reventon
.dilemma.
Diena
Wishlist
SAF: serve and fuck off
modelling career
PI
Subaru Impreza WRX STI 2.5
drumset
whole new wardrobe
shirts
shirts: Raoul
pants, jeans, trousers, bermudas, shorts
wallet
shoes
sandals
watch
watch: TagHeuer - Microtimer
belts
belts: tough
eyewear
eyewear: Oakley - Romeo 2.0
ignorance is failure.
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why i cry
Darling,
ever be the lover that you long for,
doing as you would the other do.
each day each second i still love you,
seeding what that makes one - out of two.
such love of being is the canopy,
under which all things above all shall wedded be.
The sacrifice of time and strength,
of preference and good of deeds,
and of help, but love? may calm
the winds and storm that roil the restless sea.
Everything one does, like dust,
transforms be the light in which we all live.
But happiness, my Dear, is not a gift,
It is within one's power to give.
One can only love, and be
A witness to the life that each,
at last must live alone, for
Well or ill beyond a
Diena, i hope there still is the light, in which u brought in not faded but gone. I still do pray for us. Cos i still do fucking Love you.
|| i hit it.. twice! ||
i got away..
going on around to find myself some good. i was alrdy thinking back time and that hey i should let me have me some 'me' time.. saw me: a ride.
boozing. there, drooling.
a scent it came. i hit it, first time. and there we were, hooked.
many what happened. release of fervent angst or sweet affections, or lust.
i spent myself. cos i wont delineate myself weak in recuperation.
evenly i rally to my 'wants'.. and the gambit i play with sly affection.
i may miss you, but i'll kill the keen rue which u remind me of.
still i stray, reeling into the haze i dreamt. *snarls*
and there she was, to my serendipity.
and boy, every kiss blinded to sins of my pasts. *chuckles*
" first time it was funny. the second:
she was crazy.. her pinky drooled her white stuffs. and she liked to laugh. oh!"
*i want it again, please!*
breathing still... @ 5:00 PM
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