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[December 26th] |
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[October 28th] |
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Mouth Shut, The Veronicas |
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*squeekysqueeky?*
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[October 26th] |
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[October 1st] |
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Dance Dance, Fall Out Boy |
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Em...since this community has been fairly dormant the last month and I'm just looking for any excuse to post something, here are some lyrics I'm working on. Already got a tune figured out.
It's Monday, you're putting on another play, In the backseat of my car, and the girl from the bar is the star, It's Monday, no one in the driveway, Wonder what she will have written on her butt today
I've gotta say you sicken me in everyway, It's Monday, coffee's much to strong for me, Oh someday you'll realize life is only wasted time, standing in line, waiting to die, The fact remains, this house is mine, do the dishes, cause I don't really have the time,
It's Monday, no responsibility, It's Monday, less you've got something to say; go away, Take the redhead and the Chevrolet
It's Monday, nobody at work today, Guess it's Sunday anyway
[And it ain't done yet! Be gentle!]
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[September 6th] |
(from his alice in wonderland production book)
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[August 17th] |
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[August 13th] |
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| At the Window. |
[July 12th] |
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[July 2nd] |
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Timebomb, Goldspot |
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Judging by your look of skepticism, Sitting on the porch, staring at the children, You don't want to play in the drive way, Yammer all you want, but the birds won't listen, They don't want you knowing everything you're missing.
I've got something to worry 'bout.
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[July 1st] |
edie sedgwick, taiwanese flag, vw bus, the city, peace.
 
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[June 24th] |
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Some fotos from camp.

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[June 16th] |
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He was the most amazing boy she ever saw. Even when he cried his smile was the most beautiful frown in the world. When he looked in her eyes she felt complete and when he held her hand she knew he was her life. But every now and then she would get scared, she knew without him she was nothing, and she wanted to be anything but nothing. She lay there at night, nightmares filling her head about the day her life would leave, but that day never seemed to come.
He stayed her her side and held her hand through every nightmare she ever dreamt. Sometimes he woud have to get up to get a drink of water and sometimes he began to doubt what he had, and it was at these times she cried in her sleep and woke up with scars up her arms from holding onto herself so tightly in fear. But when he wasnt thristy and didnt doubt, no matter how much he reassured her she still had nightmares everytime she closed her eyes. He sat by her bed and kept her awake so she didnt have to close her eyes and for a while she didnt but slowly and surely she began to grow more and more tired, and finally she fell asleep once again. She wasnt alone in her dreams that night, he was there beside her, they were floating outside his bedroom widow looking in, there he lay holding his eyes wide open. She smiled in her sleep.
They created each others worst nightmare and each others most amazing dream. They were love. They are you and me.
I love you.
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jimmy eat world |
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i decided to be unlazy and so...i am posting some of my art...i hope you enjoy :-) i havent posted in this community for so long...im sorry...ive had heaps going on...ill remember to more now..
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[June 1st] |
Here's the begining of a story I started tonight.
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Light
There is something confining about the orange glow of a streetlight on a cold, starless, but clear night. Particularly a streetlight with the cover busted off so it shines dull orange instead of the normal halogen yellow of the others in the lot. It is the only busted one out there.
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“If you sit on a curb long enough, staring into the blackness of the sky, the black that surrounds but doesn’t overtake the orange light, you start to see things. Things you may not want to see.”
Sam sat, stretched out, between the perfectly diagonal whites lines in the parking lot of Sears. His hands propped him up on the ground, damp from the rain earlier that day. Most of the water had dried up, but the asphalt remained damp.
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[June 1st] |

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