tender is the nite lying by your side tender is the touch of someone that you love too much tender is the day the demons go away lord i need to find someone who can heal my mind come on come come on come on get thru it come on come on come on love’s the greatest thing come on come on come on get thru it come on come on come on love’s the greatest thing that we have i’m waiting for that feeling waiting for that feeling waiting for that feeling to come oh my baby oh my baby oh why oh my tender is the ghost the ghost i love the most hiding from the sun waiting for the nite to come tender is my heart it’s screwing up my life lord i need to find someone who can heal my mind

k no more faggy lyrics for awhile tho i guarantee nothing.

check this groove are you walking on air, going to a new dimension yeah, so put your vibes on my beat and we’ll lay it down like that, slap the high hat in, put the fairlight on the track, and we can get, crazy like that, feel it like that, move it like that, drop it like that, rocking the track, i’m looking for that new sensation, woohoo, i think we’re onto something, your taste it mirrors mine, so hot and in the moment, lets beat this demo right, or i might just lose it, when we make sweet music, no feather bed, no exotic affair, yeah, got samples and scratches lets do it right here, ’cause every heart beat babe is the sound track to your life, and every mad effect must be sent to get me high.

i want you to remember

first kiss you ever had

when our lips met together

i knew that was that

i’m still standing

keeping you dancing yeah

you know you want it

i’m still going

making the party blow

the way you like it

do you wanna hear me sing pop

’cause i don’t think i wanna stop

and i love it when my beats drop

yeah it makes me feel hot

guess whose back on top

i’ll happily surrender

to your desire

a touch so warm and tender

is setting me on fire

funkin to this sound

we’re gonna get down

popstopdrophot

That there, that’s not me

I go where I please

I walk through walls

I float down the Liffey

I’m not here

This isn’t happening

I’m not here, I’m not here

In a little while

I’ll be gone

The moment’s already passed

Yeah, it’s gone

I’m not here

This isn’t happening

I’m not here, I’m not here

Strobe lights and blown speakers

Fireworks and hurricanes

I’m not here

This isn’t happening

I’m not here, I’m not here….

porn or pony?

ya so i’m obsessed with this jack-off lube called liquid silk. it’s awesome. i dream about it. it looks like cum and feels like it. and i wanna get a vibe, like finally. i dream about it all the time. and of drinking water and milk. do you ever have that dream where you’re pissing and then you start to pee yerself. that is the greatest feeling ever but it’s pretty pissy. literally. doink. ehm.

this water is awesome.

when you do a google image search for raymi the minx this is the first picture that comes up.

there’s a place where lovers go

to cry their troubles away

and they call it

lonesome town

where the broken hearts stay

you can buy a dream or two

to last you all

through the years

and the only price you pay

is a heart full of tears

going down to lonesome town

where the broken hearts stay

going down to lonesome town

to cry my troubles away

in the town

of broken dreams

the streets are filled with regret

maybe down in lonesome town

i can learn to forget

maybe down in lonesome town

i can learn to forget

i’m not going to smoke pot anymore. i think i am going to get my eyebrow pierced even tho someone told me it’s too butch. whatever that’s me then. anti and i don’t date anymore. i dunno if anyone even knew about that shit or even cared. we are still friends. always. yesterday i had too much liquid cocaine. blek.

help raymi get a new laptop because she can’t even play her faourite yahho game and wants to kill herself. she can’t even open word documents or wordpad for f’s sake! she would upload pictures every other minute for you guys too if you helped. do it. she can’t have msn open and blogger at the same time wtf.

i finally painted my ho-nails so i don’t have junky toes anymore.

dear douglas coupland

hi i am 21 now did you remember my birthday? that’s ok if you didn’t because i don’t even know when yours is. you must be like a hundred by now. what have you been doing with your life? are you happy? why don’t you buy a dog? that would be rad.

i have to do more with my life. what should i do? i want to build stuff and be a carpenter or something. i liked putting together crap at the hardawre store when i worked there. ya.

i had a paranoid freakout today and that is why i am not going to smoke pot anymore. fuck that noise. i was walking to the cig shoppe and every car i saw or noise i heard set me off. it always happens when it rains, you know. well i’m baked right now and i am fine. just a test. one more test. tomorrow i am not going to smoke anymore. well i’ll smoke cigs but that’s it. how long do you think i will last?

what did the pirate say on his eightieth birthday? oiii’matey! (like i’m eighty. get it? do you think i’m funny? clever?)

i need to think of more funny farticles to write. got any leeds? man they got us working in shifts. i need a new book idea.

ok i have to go find a picture of you now. bye. thinking of you.

i heart you

raymi

++raspberryswirl

bigtanky is a rollerskating whore who is stupid hot and has long black hair and is into goth and being told she is going to be stabbed violently a lot. another bigtanky name is goth larue and um, i don’t know any other names but i think bigbonkanti does.

bigtanky is married to hewhocannotbenamed and they live merrily in a tiny little flower house in redundified beach. other hewhocannotbenamed titles: zak attack, zack morris, yo that is zak’d?

zak’d works with some flamer fag with a flamer lamer car and has like frilly flamer hair i imagine and wears scarves and is absolutely fabulous.

bigtanky and them know people who are little

they all live in with crocodile dundee.

and don’t forget whitey and the viking too.