| a lonely little thought |
[06 Jul 2004|12:01am] |
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Switchblade Symphony - Gutter Glitter |
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a mother is supposed to love her child no matter what. that's one of the things about maternal love. that no matter what happens, that love will never fade. but when baby birds get touched by something, say, a human hand, the mother will push them out of the nest to die. just because they were touched by something *bad*...
makes me wonder if my mother knew every little thing about me, would she still love me?..
you guys think i'm kidding when i say i can't live without music.. i'm not. i'd rather die than go without. sometimes i think music is God's gift to me. i seriously think that if i didn't have my music, i'd be a slasher. music is my way of feeling. it's like, if i can find that one perfect song, i could use it and let it take all my feelings away.. preserve the good ones, and get rid of the bad. but sometimes that backfires horribley.. >.
sometimes it just takes whatever i'm feeling and just leaves me empty. so empty.. and that makes it hard to move. and that sometimes makes me go crazy. but it's funny, because no one ever notices, because i can't move. it's like this whole big thing going on in my head, and no one ever knows.. "i was just thinking... isn't it good that we have this forehead here? to keep people from reading our thoughts?"
London Bridges did fall down..
my fair lady nearly drown.
what is the reason to lock her up,
when already she's had such rotten luck?
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| Grammie's! |
[06 Jul 2004|01:13pm] |
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Soul Coughing |
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it's kinda weird knowing that the last hug i gave my Granddaddy could've been the last hug i'll ever give him. he's having surgery the 15(?), and i'm told he might not make it.. >.
on the other hand, i did have a pretty good time there. kidnapped Corey and made him come with meh. amazingly enough, he didn't have any pranks pulled on him. that's a first o.O.. of course Granddaddy did give him the talk.. (sorry dear, i did warn you though.) the barn yet again provided amusement... ^.- 'nuff sed about that.
possibley the only bad thing... i got turned around twice trying to get from my Grandparents to my Aunts (so we could drop of mah sister there). i blame my mommy partially.
Brandon (1:19:40 PM): hurry kitty
Brandon (1:19:43 PM): and put me in the entry
Brandon (1:19:48 PM): and i'll be a happy girl
O.o... err....
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