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Guestbook entries for A Prophet of 3

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  • Emmyb on November 13
    Missing you
  • Odds and Ends on November 9


    the force and all that jazz.
  • Emmyb on November 4
    that was meant to be hardens but to hell with it.
  • Emmyb on November 4
    grr. emma bends down, hardenes her ram horns and charges at this prophet who will not for the love of christ (and emmyb) write anything!
  • travia15 on November 2
    showimg love...
  • Emmyb on October 26
    you are a gasoline dream poet
  • Emmyb on October 19
    Last seen 4 hours ago? you did not say hello. say hello.
    hello?
  • Rowan on October 16
    Just checking to see if you're alive...
    yep. Hope you write here again sometime
    miss your mind hon.
  • jantastic on September 29
    come visit
  • Emmyb on September 27
    so that when we part again – shoulder off to our other worlds,
    other lives,
    we’ll remember sitting above the sticky-stripped women who danced
    like banshees to the current trend on the main stage,
    sharing a bottle and one last cigarette and
    singing to our favourite songs,
    forgetting that tomorrow is

    only several drinks away.
  • Kinky Cuffs on September 5
    Love the name!!! I'm Amber!!!
  • Night Hope on August 30


    "Old Dirt Hill (Bring That Beat Back)"

    - Dave Matthews Band

    Bring that beat back to me again
    Come on take me back, can't catch me can't catch me
    Bring that beat back to me again
    Come on take me back, can't catch me can't catch me

    Can't catch me ride my bike down the old dirt hill,
    First time without my training wheels.
    First time I kissed you I lost my legs,
    Bring that beat back to me again.
    I hear scream and shout out loud of innocence
    And days when all we did would never end.

    Bring that beat back to me again
    Come on take me back, can't catch me can't catch me
    Bring that beat back to me again
    Come on take me back, take me there, can't catch me can't catch me

    Smoking under the railroad bridge
    I used to ride my bike down that old dirt hill
    The first time I kissed you I lost my legs
    Bring that beat back to me again
    I hear scream and shout out loud of innocence
    Days when all we did would never end

    Screaming down that old dirt hill

    Bring that beat back to me again

    She stole -
    That's when the days I remember seem so far away

    That's just a kid. That's what I miss. Just a kid.
    That's what I miss

    Oh take me back, take me back to that beat again
    Smoking on the railroad bridge

    Bring that beat back to me again
    First time all with good, good friends.

    (Can't catch me, can't catch me)
    Bring that beat back to me again






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