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Ugh, I was so mad that your interview with Kidd came on just about the time that I had to leave to go to school. (what a drag!) I was so hyper that morning cause' I was so stoked about hearing the interview.... even though I left before it came on.

i love tea! exept i have to use the microwave to make it... i cant make it good :(

Hey Hayley. :)
Well.. I think my last pot failed. D;
I have to write it all out again no.
Hope you had fun with Hannah an shizz. (:
Do y'no if you're coming UK anytime soon?
'Cause I saw you at Wembely on Friday, 18th December 2009.
You'se were awesome. (:
I was right at the back though. "/
Leona & Liam were so lucky to have met you'se. D;
Well.. Hope to see, speak soon?
Bye.
iloveyou'se.
Paramore are AWESOME! (:

Hey Hyley. (:

Hey Hayley,
just wondered if you were doing another tour in england any time soon?
missed the last one unfortunately, but I know me and loads of my friends would love to see you guys live,

Thankyou,
Laura :)

I'm still alive
I do not know anything of what I was taught over these few years
I can no longer remember a single simple gesture of affection or understanding
Especially those who come to me one day left to die alone
I do not remember even the taste of my own soul
I became a spare in my own life and not even know how to find the light

From my past the only thing I carry is sure he could never return
Return power to fix the mistakes and undo my own life unpleasant
Dry the tears rolling from my eyes to my face once and for all
To finally be able to finally find the light that always expected

I forgot everything that was said and heard by those cold corridors
Erase from my memory the memory of this cold life aimlessly and without passion
So follow my path to the eternal redemption of the flesh
Praying for a miracle to occur before the course to move forward
Apart from me the only valuable asset I have left ... My life

I felt like crap
My heart is broken
And the rain falls relentlessly.
Suffer from swollen eyes in sadness
During the night that never ends.
Verses dead arise in my mind
As dry leaves of the ancient tree
Accompanied by my morbid loneliness
What solidified my soul ...
Nothing captivates me
Unless the black roses blooming
On the horizon!
With its unmatched beauty
I show that not only I
That I have a dark side
For several reasons.

Hey Hayley,
I was wondering if you could come to Benicia Middle School and perform a tiny concert. My friends and I are huge fans of Paramore. I saw you guys play once in Concord when you were on tour with No Doubt. I bought a shirt there and I wear it at least once a week to show my devotion to your music. Maybe we could sing a duet. I'm not the best singer in the world but I'm better than most. PLEASE HAYLEY WILLIAMS!! Sprinkle some of your awesomeness over Benicia, CA.

With musical love,
Lily

BIGGEST PARAMORE FAN EVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I would very much like to high five Ms. Hannah

Tears depressive
Thus all day
The sun brightens soft
The moon soothes my tears
I meditate on my life empty

Tears of agony
Icy tears ...
Wasted tears ...
Trying to ease my martyrdom

And I hate all this
I hate to feel that torture
Be followed by the bitterness
I have even tried suicide

My whining
My terror that burns my soul
My mortification that keeps me calm
My eternal fury

Tears ...
Tears of pain
Tears without love
Hurts ...

I tried to drown
This useless lamentation
In vain regret
In the mist that hides the sea

But that did not protect me
Only brought more misery
Just brought my crucifixion
But that does not hit me

For as I
In the secular world
Stifled this insane desire
Many people died ...

In immortal depression

Solitude ... the moon and you!
In the immensity of the night
The dark is where you came
Pediras moonlight
That illuminates your steps
And have asked the moon
Would you follow too!
Wander together, but only ...
You look at one side to the other ...
And you do not see anyone other than yourself
Sofres you to know that this world
Where to walk, do not find someone
The deserted streets, lose the charm of yesteryear ...
Segues slowly into alleys and side streets
Dark and poorly lit by the moonlight ...
Accompanying you at dawn!
And then, paras and sit
Strips coat pocket a pen
The other pocket a paper
You ask a little more light
In the moon that will listen
And recite ... the most beautiful poem that you can invent!
The most beautiful wish good night
It is given in the lap of a gentle kiss
And said the silence of a deep look
Leaving guess ...
The most beautiful and strong feeling
Hides under the cover of a sufferer
What to give me so much
Suffers so ...
Wander alone in these streets naked
Following the path I have chosen
Since we can not go together our lives
I think for you ... I died!
The moon follows me and accompanying me
In the vastness of the dark ...
Tell me whisper in his ear ...
Come on, open the doors of your heart!
Let someone else go ...
You know you can get out of loneliness ...
Just let somebody love you!
I know it must be so ...
But my heart closed
I know that someone might like me
But inside he locked himself
And the key is gone ...
Leaving the empty ...
Solitude ...
The restlessness ...
Sadness ...
And poverty ...
To be unhappy ...
When I know I could be happy!
You just the poem, guards in the pocket ..
Get up and started walking again ..
Shalt not go with the princess loved
But at least you have a friend
Accompanying you and you light
Tonight ill-fated
Dark and sad where there can be no illusion ...
Only the shadows of grief and loneliness!

Oh .. damn mirror
I hate you,
Hate that I ever had,
For something or someone in this life.

You who live to hypnotize me,
Showing me my face,
My eyes deep and far,
Of mourning and sorrow.

Oh .. how many times I've cried in front of
How many times I talked with you,
In the failed attempt to remove the silence,
And ease the loneliness.

But why?
Why you cheat me?
Oh DAMN MIRROR,
Show me who I am for real.

...

Otherwise, break-it-hey,
And my face forever conceal.

ARE HUMAN FEELINGS OF DARK,
GHOST NIGHT TO CRY,
BY SORROW THAT DeVore,
THOUGHTS IN THE DARK

OUR SOULS Melancholy
Roam the DARK NIGHT,
IN SEARCH OF JOY illusory
LOST IN THE SHADOWS EXOTICAS

LIFE DESTROYED BY DESILUSÕES ...
PLEASE DO NOT BE AFRAID
OF Q AND A SOUL AND SAD
CURSED

MOURNING TRAJO ALMOST ALWAYS,
WE ARE THE STRANGE FRUIT,
THE WORLD IS NOT HAPPY Q

He belongs to the shadows.
She is the mistress of the night.
He walks in the night like a lion walks in the jungle.
She is as beautiful as a full moon summer night.
He sees what others can not see, feel things others can not feel.
She is happy, sad, beautiful and sombria.Sua intelligence is as great as her beauty.
He knows his value, and yet not think it's better than anyone.
It is so difficult and attractive as a sea fúria.Tão serene and stormy.
He has a heart of ice.
She is able to melt the coldest hearts.
He does not dominate the shadows, part of it.
She and night are one.
He rarely smiles.
She has a smile as beautiful as a rose.
He has eyes so dark quato the shadows, never try to demonstrate emotions, but her kiss and full of heart and embrace your warm and cozy.
She has hair as black as night, her eyes are as sharp as a blade of steel, its embrace so tender as that of a mother holding her baby.
Knight of shadows walking side by side with the lady of the night.
Until a common enemy, and they separate.
They suffer, but they know that the separation is temporary.
Once the light if they met again.
Why does not die the night, only changes of place, the night is eternal.
And the shadows are part of it.

Torment

The torment of life that is lived.
Ador of false joy and the agony of loneliness,
are parts of me or is everything I am?

The torment of existence without life.
The suffering of a life without motivation,
a false pleasure and agony of not living.

The Torment of hope of ever living.
The life that is not going and that never comes.
The love of fairy tales, the discord of life.
Life without life or death in life?
This is my punishment ...
The torment of life that is lived.

Hot night in winter, lost path by the immensity of the night.
My mind wanders in the darkness of the night.
Shaping my nightmares.
Shaping my insecurities.
Shaping my longings and desires.
The night is hot and I like a cold rock.
Lost in the labyrinth of my mind,
trying to escape from a prison that I created myself.
I do not know what is real or illusion.
Not even know if I'm alive or dead ...
Maybe undead?
No destination.
Without motivation.
Without hope.
Without desires.
Too tired even to give up.
Yes I live, live as ...
Undead.

After Midnight
The darkness takes form.
People become shadows.
Water becomes wine.
Love becomes madness.

After Midnight
Agreements and disagreements.
Kisses and bites.
Screams and moans.
Joys and sorrows.

After Midnight
Predators and victims.
Friends and enemies.
Life and death.
Past and future.

After Midnight
Dogs barking at nothing.
Cats among the shadows.
A person who screams.
Shots varem the heavens.

After Midnight
Blood had on the floor.
Tears falling towards nothing.
Cries of despair.
People disappear.

After Midnight
Events that repeat themselves.
New developments that arise.
new people.
New posts.
The same stories.
Counted in different ways.
Where ...
After Midnight

in Brasil bjs;*

in any case i know that this is a long shot but late last year i joined the PFC paying the same ammount of money as every other member for the chance to win a M+G, unfortunatly paramore are not doing a meet and greet in Perth Australia, since joining the PFC i have only met one other member living in perth who goes by the fan club name as MissFelicia and Myself who goes under Alison_Boag.. we are the only 2 PFC members from perth and i wondered what the chances where of having Paramore organsise a 2 person m+g for Felica and myself... i feel that we have been gyped for our money and that we are gaining nothing out of our membership with Paramore... I feel that it is unfair that every other state in Australia has been given the chance to win a M+G with the band but Perth have not... there are only 2 of us, and a m+g does not take long with 2 people..
.. and im sure that if paramore were informed of the fact that there are only 2 of us they would be willing to do a m+g wth us :D I beg that you will consider this idea, and not just forget it like every other peice of fan mail..
i would be greatly appreciative of your help if you could pass this on to Paramore and their tour manager.
Thankyou for your help
Alison Boag
Perth W.Australia

I.


So empty is my existence.
In the night penunbra vague aimlessly
the light of day sleep awake.
Existence without life and body without a soul.
Funeral is my appearance ...
Ice is my soul and yet alive?
Surrounded by many and yet only ...
Always alone.
Sometimes I see my life as a
German expressionist film ...
Dark, colorless and lifeless.
Path lost in arabesques
painted by destinho, while
my mind is trapped in
arabesques I even painted.
Body without spirit, mind without
motivation and yet live?

in Brasil bjs;*