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20 Sep 2003|03:19pm |
Why? because we like you.
G-OO-D-B-YE.
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10 Sep 2003|10:12am |
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mood? |
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music? |
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blind melon. |
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All I can say is that my life is pretty plain
I like watchin' the puddles gather rain
And all I can do is just pour some tea for two
and speak my point of view
But it's not sane, It's not sane
I just want some one to say to me
I'll always be there when you wake
Ya know I'd like to keep my cheeks dry today
So stay with me and I'll have it made
And I don't understand why I sleep all day
And I start to complain that there's no rain
And all I can do is read a book to stay awake
And it rips my life away, but it's a great escape
escape......escape......escape......
All I can say is that my life is pretty plain
you don't like my point of view
you think I'm insane
Its not sane......it's not sane.
So... who's up for some tears?
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02 Sep 2003|03:42am |
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Bjork - I've Seen It All |
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I've seen a man killed
By his best friend,
And lives that were over
Before they were spent.
After tonight... I feel different. About everyone. Everything.
I've seen it all
I've seen the dark
I've seen the brightness
In one little spark.
These bruises on my stomach don't mean much to me. They're just discolorations. They'll fade with time. The pain will stop. The numbness will cease. I'll be able to walk again without coughing up a lung.
All walls are great
If the roof doesn't fall.
Everything will be normal again, but not before these walls we've built drop like flies. They're falling. I can almost hear the echo of their crash.
I have seen water
It's water, that's all.
I'm crying on the inside. As ridiculous as that may sound, I am. I can't bear to cry out loud. The tears won't come. I lay in this bed, dry eyed. Transfixed by the wall in front of me. It's taking every ounce of my strength to write this. To make sense of today. To make sense of every day. Make some sense of myself.
To be honest
I really don't care.
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30 Aug 2003|12:37pm |
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This is officialy going to be my "Oh my God, I miss Deryck" entry.
-MISSES DERYCK. A FUCKING LOT.-
Where did you goooooooo MY LOOVVEEELLLYYY? WHERE DID YOU GO?
You've got me singing techno songs, Deryck. This is bad. This is really bad.
I love you?
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23 Aug 2003|05:44pm |
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mood? |
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What'd I do today? Talk to the Poison The Well kids. They're a funny bunch.
... Sat around on my ass a lot, drank water. The usual. Talking to Seb. We've been seeing a lot of eachother lately. I think I like it.
On another note, I've been to hell and back with Todd. Litterally. -Coughs.-
I'd say today has been a killer day.
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