To ask you to be my Valentine I'd have to talk to you, Something that in all this time I've managed not to do. I'd have to get past "Hi!" somehow To show you that I care, But the right time is never now, Especially when you're there. It's as if a wall of fear, Transparent yet profound, Came hurtling up as you come near, Cutting off all sound. I fear I won't know what to say And strike you as a fool, Or you'll be glad to get away, Polite not to be cruel. Easier to dream than act, To hope than to find out, So fearful of the force of fact I wait in fear-filled doubt. But now the day of love has come, And I must cross its line, And so I ask you through this poem To be my Valentine. To:Bomber
you people live on the internet .. do you have piss jugs next to ur computers so u dont have to miss a moment of bombingscience? especially gutter who apparently obtains his urine jugs from a family member in the bath...
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Bump the Dubstep Spider bizness. And a dubstep mini-mix to boot, http://unionsoundsystem.com/2009/01/13/okibi-headspace-2/.