Journal
Life of Britney
This journal will dictate my life and all that happens in it. Also some of my art. If you want to know more about me then read it, if not then you will never know the real me. I also love comments.
Registered: 02/22/2006
Gender: Female
Location: In your Kitchen, wearing your boxers. !They'er comfy!
Birthday: 08/15/1988
Occupation: Seducing You
This journal will dictate my life and all that happens in it. Also some of my art. If you want to know more about me then read it, if not then you will never know the real me. I also love comments.
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There is no emotion, there is peace.
There is no ignorance, there is knowledge.
There is no passion, there is serenity.
There is no chaos, there is harmony.
There is no death, there is the Force.[/align:eb98dfaf22][/size:eb98dfaf22]
I am a super ninja. Britney! Let us be stealthy together.
Wink, Wink, Nudge, Nudge!
Kupo
That's forrr touchin' the tail
Kweh!
I can remember when the air was clean and sex was dirty.
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with a passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, -- I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! -- and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
~Extentions of my Soul~
I said "hug" not a**l rape!
Never take life seriously. Nobody gets out alive anyway.
SHE walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that 's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellow'd to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impair'd the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.
And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!
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