urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:childrensnames childrensnames childrensnames 2008-02-09T00:53:23Z urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:childrensnames:16763 2008-02-09T00:53:23Z 2008-02-09T00:53:23Z <br /><br /><table><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/childrensnames/pic/0000xx8s/"><img height="436" alt="" width="640" border="0" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/childrensnames/pic/0000xx8s/s640x480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td><strong></strong><br /><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><br /><br />&nbsp; urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:childrensnames:16404 2008-02-04T00:43:10Z 2008-02-04T00:43:10Z the smell of repetition really is on you &nbsp;<br /><br /><font size="1">it must be that stupid is written all over my face. once again. lets do this one more time.&nbsp;<br />i'm serious about his. ok.</font> urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:childrensnames:16211 2008-02-04T00:40:56Z 2008-02-04T00:40:56Z <br /><br /><table><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/childrensnames/pic/0000waez/"><img height="308" alt="" width="640" border="0" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/childrensnames/pic/0000waez/s640x480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td><strong></strong><br /><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><br /><br />&nbsp; urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:childrensnames:15966 2008-01-25T01:39:38Z 2008-01-25T01:39:38Z stephen malkmus-baby c'on &nbsp;<br /><font size="2"><br />there's three colours. black white grey. no no it should be beige also. this picture is my latest favorite. it was too&nbsp;<br />digital for them though. pf. too busy too complicated too anxious too over the edge too enthousiastic too. i miss&nbsp;<br />ice cream. and spending</font> urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:childrensnames:15690 2008-01-25T01:34:41Z 2008-01-25T01:34:41Z <br /><br /><table><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/childrensnames/pic/0000tghk/"><img height="480" alt="" width="640" border="0" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/childrensnames/pic/0000tghk/s640x480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td><strong></strong><br /><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><br /><br /> urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:childrensnames:15604 2008-01-14T23:38:37Z 2008-01-14T23:40:37Z gus-gus: why? <strike><font size="1"><br /><br />is it me or is it other people? it must be me. misunderstood, what was that song? right.&nbsp;<br />i had a cat. she died in 2003. i put her to sleep because she was dying of cancer. i<br />still cant talk about that. her name is melanie. she's the most beautiful cat you can ever<br />imagine. thats the most i can ever&nbsp;share. right.&nbsp;</font></strike> urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:childrensnames:15123 2008-01-14T23:33:06Z 2008-01-14T23:33:06Z <br /> <table> <tr> <td><a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/childrensnames/pic/0000stxb/"><img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/childrensnames/pic/0000stxb/s640x480" alt="" height="424" width="640" border="0" /></a></td> </tr> <tr> <td><strong></strong><br /> </td> </tr> </table> <br /> urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:childrensnames:14991 2008-01-11T13:43:11Z 2008-01-12T02:17:57Z to my ears <font size="1">Jeannie Speaks, Indistinct] <br /><br />Yeah, well, I'm all wet. <br />[Laughing] <br /><br />- You know you have a beautiful body? <br /><br />- Yeah, well.... I've been told that, yes. <br /><br />[Laughing] <br />[Moaning] <br /><br />- I have been seduced. <br />[Chuckling] <br /><br />- Is it a nice feeling? <br />- I am not tired, if that's what you mean. <br /><br />- Eat your eggs. <br /><br />- What does that mean? <br /><br />- It means that your eggs are hot, <br />&nbsp; and they're gonna get cold. <br /><br />- You're a lousy cook. <br /><br />- Thank you. I love to cook. My mom always <br />&nbsp; told me, "You wanna eat, cook. <br />&nbsp; "Otherwise you'll be skinny. <br />&nbsp; And skinny people are not like fat <br />&nbsp; people. Fat people are jolly." Right? <br /><br />- Wrong. Skinny people are happy... <br />&nbsp; because they're not fat. <br /><br />- Okay, I'll diet. <br /><br />- You're not fat. <br /><br />- What? <br />- You're voluptuous. <br /><br />- What? <br />&nbsp; I can't hear you, Dickie. Oh. Dishes. <br />&nbsp; Well, that's a negative attitude. <br /><br />- What? Putting on my pants? <br />- Yeah. <br /><br />- Well, I just hate getting out of bed. That's all. <br />- Stop apologizing. I love ya. <br /><br />- Don't be so bighearted. <br />- What an answer. <br /><br />- Well, you make lousy eggs. <br />- I do? <br /><br />- Yes, and I don't know how <br />&nbsp; anyone could make lousy eggs. <br /><br />- Look, in my whole life <br />&nbsp; nobody ever told me I make lousy eggs. <br /><br />- Yeah, but nobody was ever <br />&nbsp; honest with you before. <br /><br />- Oh, yeah? <br />- Yeah. <br /><br />- What do you want? Cigarettes? <br />- Oh, no, I quit. <br /><br />- I don't smoke either. I never did. <br />&nbsp; Well, don't I get any credit for that? <br />- No. <br /><br />- Did you know I steal in supermarkets? <br />&nbsp; And I don't like dogs. <br /><br />- You don't like dogs? <br />- Hate them. Puppies even. <br /><br />- What do you mean you steal? <br /><br />- [Raspberry] <br />- [Laughing] <br /><br />- Oh, you jerk. Just don't ever say <br />&nbsp; you know all of Jeannie Rapp's secrets. <br /><br />- You're wearing false eyelashes. <br />- So? <br /><br />- You're stupid. <br />So help me God, you're stupid. <br /><br />- I'm stupid? You can't even say a decent <br />&nbsp; "Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers." <br />&nbsp; All you do is say, "Peter Piper picked <br />&nbsp; a peck of pickled poopers." <br />&nbsp; Well, that doesn't make any sense. <br /><br />- I dream of Jeannie, Peter Piper... <br /><br />&nbsp; laughing, dancing, having a good time. <br /><br />- Does it begin to come back to you? <br /><br />- Oh, you're such a child. <br /><br />- I am not a child. <br />&nbsp; You're a... You're a lousy dancer.You oughta take lessons. <br />- Well, I took dances. <br /><br />- You know, you have a tin ear too. <br />&nbsp; You can't even carry a tune. <br /><br />&nbsp; But last night you danced <br />&nbsp; and you sang and you just let it all <br />&nbsp; go...and didn't we have a good time? <br />&nbsp; You liked making love to me, didn't you? <br /><br />- Yes, I did. <br />- So, you see, there. That's good, isn't it? <br />&nbsp; And you... you enjoyed my company too, didn't you? <br /><br />- I enjoyed your company. <br /><br />- And you said that you trusted me, didn't you? <br /><br />- Yes, I did. <br /><br />- And you thought Peter Piper <br />&nbsp; was pretty important last night, didn't you? <br />&nbsp; Didn't you? <br /><br />- Yes, I did. <br /><br />- You see? I'm always right. <br />&nbsp; [Raspberry] <br />&nbsp; I listened to your demented <br />&nbsp; dialogue too, didn't I? <br /><br />- Yes, you did. <br /><br />- And I thought you were crazy, didn't I? <br />&nbsp; But I made love to you, <br />&nbsp; and I held you in my arms all night. <br /><br />&nbsp; And if you'd been out in the street last night, <br />&nbsp; they'd have had you committed. Wouldn't they? <br />&nbsp; Right? <br /><br />- I suppose so. <br /><br />- You son of a gun. <br />&nbsp; How come you hate me now? <br /><br />- Jeannie... do me a favor? <br />&nbsp; Don't be silly anymore. Just be yourself. <br /><br />- But I am myself. Who else would I be? <br /><br />- I'm serious. <br /><br />- Definition of "serious." <br />&nbsp; Blah, blah, blah, blah. <br /><br />[Sighs] <br /><br />Let me get this garbage out of here. <br /><br />"I dream of Jeannie <br />with the light brown hair <br /><br />Borne like a vapor <br />on the summer air <br /><br />I see her tripping <br />where the light something grows <br /><br />I dream of Jeannie <br />with the light brown hair <br /><br />Borne like a... Ah <br /><br />On the summer air <br /><br />I see her tripping <br /><br />Where the light something grows <br /><br />Happy as a... <br /><br />Jeannie. <br /><br />-Jeannie? <br /><br />[Chuckling] <br />Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers. <br /><br />Now, if Peter Piper picked <br />a peck of pickled peppers... <br />where is the peck of <br />pickled peppers Peter picked? <br /><br />Huh? <br />[Laughing] <br /><br />Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers. <br /><br />Now, if Peter Piper picked <br />a peck of pickled peppers... <br />where is the peck of <br />pickled peppers Peter picked? <br /><br />- Peter Piper picked a peck... <br />- Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers. <br /><br />If Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers... <br />[Laughing]</font> urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:childrensnames:14824 2008-01-07T04:02:16Z 2008-01-07T04:02:16Z ver &nbsp;<strike><font size="1">i am losing the target. and it. please dont let it be like it was do something make some noise. my cousin is in love and that is why i was up all night i love him i.</font></strike> urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:childrensnames:14468 2008-01-07T03:58:44Z 2008-01-07T03:58:44Z <br /><br /><table><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/childrensnames/pic/0000r3eg/"><img height="363" alt="" width="640" border="0" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/childrensnames/pic/0000r3eg/s640x480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td><strong></strong><br /><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><br /><br />&nbsp; urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:childrensnames:14119 2008-01-05T22:26:35Z 2008-01-05T22:26:35Z hard to love a man <p><font size="1"><strike>i got here just because you had to see this without me telling you and now i dont want to say anything.<br />yes im here still,not for that anymore.<br />marriage is not my thing (im laughing hard).<br />its cold its cold its cold cold&nbsp; cold.</strike></font></p> urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:childrensnames:13885 2007-12-26T02:13:36Z 2007-12-26T02:13:36Z <br /><br /><table><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/childrensnames/pic/0000qe91/"><img height="350" alt="" width="640" border="0" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/childrensnames/pic/0000qe91/s640x480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td><strong></strong><br /><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><br /><br />&nbsp; urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:childrensnames:13809 2007-12-26T02:04:44Z 2007-12-26T02:04:44Z liars - protection <font size="1">im not here im not here im not here</font> urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:childrensnames:13420 2007-11-28T22:23:34Z 2007-11-28T22:23:34Z norway <font size="1">come to think of it i dont want to too.<br />lover forever.<br />i'll let you know where i'll be living.<br />thats the next thing im going to do with you.</font> urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:childrensnames:13133 2007-11-26T01:15:22Z 2007-11-26T01:15:22Z <br /><br /><table><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/childrensnames/pic/0000pkbf/"><img height="424" alt="" width="640" border="0" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/childrensnames/pic/0000pkbf/s640x480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td><strong></strong><br /><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><br /><br />&nbsp; urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:childrensnames:12999 2007-11-26T01:12:51Z 2007-11-26T01:12:51Z beggin &nbsp;<font size="2">you should see what coffee tastes like after four hours. i love my friends. you shouldnt fall asleep while watching death proof, i should but i liked the soundtrack. im the nicest girl youll ever get to meet you should take that under great concern im telling you.</font> urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:childrensnames:12521 2007-10-28T00:59:38Z 2007-10-28T00:59:38Z control <br /><br /><table><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/childrensnames/pic/000041qr/"><img height="240" alt="" width="320" border="0" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/childrensnames/pic/000041qr/s320x240" /></a></td><td><strong></strong><br /><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><br /><br /> urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:childrensnames:12144 2007-10-21T02:00:20Z 2007-10-21T02:00:20Z third eye foundation - when i dance <p><font size="1">so ok ok you're right, lets say im drunk. do you care cause i dont. i do not. i dance better than anybody else i sing better than anybody else i look better than anybody else. you 're eating and talking business, at least you said you were that doesnt matter anyway. and yes i have imagined lots of things too but you dont even care about the job. i might get fired on monday. i ate pizza. and danced it the hell out of me. </font></p> urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:childrensnames:11958 2007-10-21T01:52:07Z 2007-10-21T01:52:07Z <br /><br /><table><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/childrensnames/pic/0000hra3/"><img height="480" alt="you" width="548" border="0" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/childrensnames/pic/0000hra3/s640x480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td><strong>you</strong><br /><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><br /><br />&nbsp; urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:childrensnames:11575 2007-09-19T17:07:53Z 2007-09-19T17:07:53Z bat for lashes-prescilla &nbsp;<font size="2">i'm at this huge glass building, close to where your mom used to work.it's old and ugly and smells funny. it's not like every other day. it's not quiet today i can hear the noise from the street and you have no idea how much i'm enjoing this. i love the noises passing cars make. 10.000 is alot of money, where did you get it?<br />what are you gonna make me for dinner? if you do pasta i'm gonna fall asleep again. i don't like kissing girls. idon't like the pictures i used to like. i don't like you.</font> urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:childrensnames:11343 2007-09-19T16:59:02Z 2007-09-19T16:59:02Z <br /><br /><table><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/childrensnames/pic/0000kte7/"><img height="240" alt="" width="163" border="0" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/childrensnames/pic/0000kte7/s320x240" /></a></td><td><strong></strong><br /><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><br /><br /> urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:childrensnames:11170 2007-09-10T00:33:50Z 2007-09-10T00:33:50Z headache &nbsp;<font size="1">pes mou pos einai kalitera. einai etsi i einai allios? pes mu.</font> urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:childrensnames:10854 2007-09-10T00:31:32Z 2007-09-10T00:31:32Z <br /><br /><table><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/childrensnames/pic/0000hra3/"><img height="480" alt="pig" width="548" border="0" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/childrensnames/pic/0000hra3/s640x480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td><strong>pig</strong><br /><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><br /><br />&nbsp; urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:childrensnames:10700 2007-09-02T22:17:48Z 2007-09-02T22:17:48Z erik satie &nbsp;<font size="2">this is the day before yesterday. i'm there. with&nbsp;a huge hole in my stomach and under the bed.&nbsp;it burns, stupid.</font> urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:childrensnames:10248 2007-09-02T22:14:31Z 2007-09-02T22:14:31Z <br /><br /><table><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/childrensnames/pic/0000g1e5/"><img height="480" alt="" width="367" border="0" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/childrensnames/pic/0000g1e5/s640x480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td><strong></strong><br /><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><br /><br />&nbsp;