| | Current Music: | M.I.A | | Subject: | written in... | | Time: | 12:25 pm | | Current Mood: | ![[mood icon]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/opiummmm/foxies/happy.gif) calm |
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| | please sing me your song, the way you used to sing it. i want to float on the sound waves and push them into tune. don't let your voice be distant, like you're singing from another room. make me your mixed tape, the one you used to plan on making, and talk to me in between the songs, so i don't feel quite so lonely on the long journey home. your voice is familiar and makes the songs melt into one as if they belonged together. The sun shines through the glass and hits every surface on the inside and the blinding light bounces back against small eyes. you're not really there, but i can feel you all around me. in my head and in my thoughts. year after year...you always still seem to be there. The warmth is intoxicating and emanates the lavender perfume on delicate skin. The wounds have healed but scars still sting where they once blazed. She's all but forgotten, and its a long since those blood red lips have attracted something from a crowded room. i said that nothing lasts, and you said it would be forever. while fingers traced images on your back in flames, you said that you always loved a good crash. as his face turns into something else, he floats away. The sun doesn't seem to rest. The mixed tape is still on, and you're talking to me as if you're right next to me. Your voice never changes that much. wonder what you sound like today. tomorrow. the next day. dont know if i will ever know. or know why those scars still burn.... | comments: Leave a comment   |
| My life fades
the vision dims.
All that remains are memories.
I remember a time of chaos
ruined dreams this wasted land.
But most of all, I remember the Road Warrior
the man we called Max.
To understand who he was, you have to go back to another time
when the world was powered by the black fuel
and the deserts sprouted great cities of pipe and steel.
Gone now swept away.
For reasons long forgotten, two mighty warrior tribes went to war
and touched off a blaze which engulfed them all.
Without fuel they were nothing. They'd built a house of straw.
The thundering machines sputtered and stopped.
Their leaders talked and talked and talked
but nothing could stem the avalanche.
Their world crumbled the cities exploded.
A whirlwind of looting
a firestorm of fear.
Men began to feed on men.
On the roads it was a white-line nightmare.
Only those mobile enough to scavenge
brutal enough to pillage would survive.
The gangs took over the highways
ready to wage war for a tank of juice.
And in this maelstrom of decay
ordinary men were battered and smashed.
Men like Max
the warrior Max.
In the roar of an engine, he lost everything
and became a shell of a man
a burnt out, desolate man
a man haunted by the demons of his past.
A man who wandered out into the wasteland.
And it was here in this blighted place
that he learned to live again. | | comments: 1 comment or Leave a comment |
| | Current Music: | Misfits | | Time: | 02:36 pm | | Current Mood: | ![[mood icon]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/opiummmm/foxies/okay.gif) apathetic |
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| | Behold. The pale horse. The man who sat on him was death. And Hell followed with him. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| | Time: | 07:45 pm | | Current Mood: | ![[mood icon]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/opiummmm/foxies/sad.gif) sad |
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Lucy died today. she was seven. she liked tea parties and didnt believe in monsters. she liked to dance ballet and had the most beautiful laugh i had ever heard. she was an angel if ever i knew one. may you find peace. | | comments: 1 comment or Leave a comment |
| | Current Music: | voices of Casey, Matt, and Jeff | | Current Location: | EMU | | Time: | 11:45 am | | Current Mood: | ![[mood icon]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/opiummmm/foxies/angry.gif) annoyed |
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| | why is it that bush is such and idiot sometimes? at least he didnt do what he did last year, where every other paragraph was borderline laughable. comon...say a little more about global warming and make a little bit of an effort. we aren't all idiots. i wont even start with Iraq... | | comments: 1 comment or Leave a comment |
| | Current Music: | Ron Randall | | Time: | 03:34 pm | | Current Mood: | ![[mood icon]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/opiummmm/foxies/thoughtful.gif) contemplative |
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| "From a little spark may burst a flame" -Dante
he didnt know how to talk to her. so he asked for a cigarette instead.
she didnt know why he stared, so she sat there and wondered as they smoked.
he talked about the party the night before, and said he was happy for her.
she didnt believe him, so she changed the subject instead.
the timing was never right in their friendship. she was glad for that. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| | Current Music: | Blondie | | Current Location: | emu | | Time: | 07:22 pm | | Current Mood: | uncomfortable |
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| “The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes "Awww!?
~Kerouac
There's something about this that speaks to me today, like a feeling unveiled. Rain can wash away the mask on the outside, if even just for a moment...and then it's not a secret anymore... | | comments: 1 comment or Leave a comment |
| Lost in the forest, I broke off a dark twig
and lifted its whisper to my thirsty lips:
maybe it was the voice of the rain crying,
a cracked bell, or a torn heart.
Something from far off it seemed
deep and secret to me, hidden by the earth,
a shout muffled by huge autumns,
by the moist half-open darkness of the leaves.
Wakening from the dreaming forest there, the hazel-sprig
sang under my tongue, its drifting fragrance
climbed up through my conscious mind
as if suddenly the roots I had left behind
cried out to me, the land I had lost with my childhood---
and I stopped, wounded by the wandering scent.
~Pablo Neruda
no one's perfect...why not just look around and find something beautiful that dazzles your senses instead? | | comments: Leave a comment |
| | Current Music: | DJ Shadow | | Time: | 01:11 pm | | Current Mood: | ![[mood icon]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/opiummmm/foxies/scared.gif) anxious |
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| what the hell do i think i'm doing????
and why cant i just cut it out? i know it's bad for me...but i do it anyways... | | comments: Leave a comment |
| | Current Music: | Bright Eyes | | Time: | 05:49 pm | | Current Mood: | ![[mood icon]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/opiummmm/foxies/working.gif) busy |
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| so Chris the comcast guy came and gave us OnDemand for the next month or so and gave us the spiffy remote and everything. he was really helpful, unlike some other comcast guys i dont want to mention...but yeah...me and tracy were like...whoa....this is amazing....and that made me happy. there was a specially bonding moment.
On another note, introducktion is almost over...thank god....and Erica is over! so now i must go. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| | Current Music: | Islands | | Time: | 03:11 pm | | Current Mood: | bitchy |
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| | and the hits just keep on coming....i've been asking myself whether i really deserve any of this....and i feel like i dont...but wouldnt it have stopped by now? | | comments: 2 comments or Leave a comment |
| | Current Music: | Jackson 5 | | Time: | 09:57 pm | | Current Mood: | touched |
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| | so i've decided that my ideal man wears a pinstripe suit with an indie rock band t-shirt with white cons. *sigh* just dont know where he is yet... | | comments: 5 comments or Leave a comment |
| | Time: | 11:46 am | | Current Mood: | calm |
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| | experiencing an evergreen moment.... | | comments: Leave a comment |
| | Current Music: | pp&m | | Time: | 09:52 am | | Current Mood: | ![[mood icon]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/opiummmm/foxies/indescribable.gif) indescribable |
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| it was like some modern cinderella story. i just dont know how. the night was perfect and so was everything else. the only thing that seemed not right were my thoughts and fears. how do you take a chance, and let your heart for once do all the talking? how do you forget something that mattered to you, and let it be carried away on the high hot wind?
there is an old woman sitting in the doorway
she greets the people each one as they pass
sometimes they gather round her for her wisdom
sometimes so she'll remind them how to laugh
they know that she'll remind them how to laugh...
Now there's a moment between forward and retreating
when you're just not sure what path you ought to choose
then the sun shines bright upon a golden meadow
and suddenly you're not at all confused... | | comments: Leave a comment |
| | Time: | 08:32 pm | | Current Mood: | blah |
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| Its strange how all good things must come to an end at some point in time, yet bad things can continue on forever. We build up walls in order to hide from the pain of loss and sadness, but all it does is keep out the joy as well. Our only hope is that sadness will fly away on the wings of time. Its like taking a chance...or forgiving someone for their faults...when all you want to do is let go and feel your spirit soar.
Listen now to the gentle whispers of hope... | | comments: Leave a comment |
| | Current Music: | The Clash | | Time: | 02:09 pm | | Current Mood: | ecstatic |
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| | ITALY WON BABY!!!! IT WAS AMAZING | | comments: 2 comments or Leave a comment |
| | Time: | 08:17 am | | Current Mood: | contemplative |
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| | happy days make happy memories. yesterday was the fair. Its been way too long. I got married, danced my heart out to the beating of the massive drum tower, talked without words with a drummer, and made many new friends. Such a wonderful day. I seem to have new order stuck in my head as well. Happiness..... | | comments: Leave a comment |
| | Current Music: | Crackers | | Time: | 02:51 pm | | Current Mood: | exhausted |
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| | oh lordy am i tired. i feel like yesterday and today are just one day. i think they secretly are, but the sun is just fooling us or something. i just took a 4 hour nap between days...yes...thats it....so yesterday was the longest day at work ever. i went to the hospital at 6 in the morning, then to event services at 8. I then went to class to take a test and came right back to event services and was there till about 11. wow. after that was good though. It was fun walking around with Katy and getting wendys. it was greatly needed after a day like that. I could feel myself drifing at about 1 so i jumped in the pool. oh how wonderful. Hung out with Korey in the wee hours of the morning watching futurama and making playlists. We went to KWVA and i put a ton of new music on my computer. OH MY LORD i love KWVA so much. The sight of all that beautiful music is what makes it worth staying up till 6:30 in the morning....country fair tomorrow! | | comments: 1 comment or Leave a comment |
| | Current Music: | fireworks | | Time: | 11:34 pm | | Current Mood: | nostalgic |
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| | ....and the wind still smelled of lavender, the scent that unveiled memories of the happiest moments of her life. the breakfasts her grandmother used to make on the weekends, and how it will never be the same when anyone else makes it...the loving touch of a sister, when she hugs you after you've both been apart for so long...the curious dancing eyes of two people in love....and a dance that you'll never forget... | | comments: Leave a comment |
| | Current Music: | New Order | | Time: | 11:46 pm | | Current Mood: | ![[mood icon]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/opiummmm/foxies/determined.gif) predatory |
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| so i sat outside on my comfy couch watching the fireworks from all around the city and got to thinking about all the things im willing to wait for. passion and mystery, spirit and substance. and with each passing explosion i realized that sometimes it doesn't matter what you do to get to where you need to be, as long as you want it enough to take the trip. Just Breathe. And sing with your soul....
What would you do to be able to smile after the fight? | | comments: 1 comment or Leave a comment |
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