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| Wow what a stupid blog that was.
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| Rush.
I like Rush.
I HATE that I like Rush..
Because in Tom Sawyer when Geddy Lee sings the "Catch the mist, catch the myth Catch the mystery, catch the drift" line, I seriously want to reach through my PC and punch him in in his grungy Ozzy Osborne/John Lennon face.
But GOD that song is catchy.
Hello Xanga. I'm just passing through.
Life is weird..verily I do hate Winter..it's beautiful, but it hurts.
One year..one whole year since tragedy..
How terribly strange..that one month could seem so vague and surreal..but still have fangs.
On and on..
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| in the deep
bird york
thought you had
all the answers
to rest your heart upon
but something happens
dont see it coming
now you cant stop yourself
now youre out there swimming
in the deep
in the deep
life keeps tumbling your heart in circles
till you...let go
till you shed your pride and you climb to heaven
and you throw yourself off
now youre out there spinning...
in the deep
in the deep
in the deep
in the deep
and now youre out there spinning
and now youre out there swimming
in the deep
in the deep
in the silence
all your secrets will
raise their weary heads
well you cant pin yourself
back together with who
you thought you were
now youre out there living
in the deep
in the deep
in the deep
spinning
swimming
living
in the deep
if you want to be given everything
give everything up
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| Curiously enough, it appears I am not as banned as I thought.
My mistake.
As well as the mistake of other teacherly figures, I assume.
I retract the majority of my taunting.
As it turns out, I am quite reasonable when life doesn't completely suck.
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| I am a piano poser.
But it's not for lack of drive.
I just don't have the coordination.
I watched 50 First Dates today. It mad me sad/happy.
I want to see Snakes on a Plane.
"I'm tired of these motha f**kin' snakes on this motha f**kin' plane."
~Samuel L. Jackson
I leave Thursday...my granny's not dealing with it overly well...
It weighs on me heavily...
For so many many reasons that won't make their way onto this Xanga.
Sometimes life seems unbearably tragic...I guess that's why...well...I guess I don't know why.
Well...at the very least, my dog is very soft and huggy.
Song:
How many roads must a man walk down
Before you call him a man?
Yes, 'n' how many seas must a white dove sail
Before she sleeps in the sand?
Yes, 'n' how many times must the cannon balls fly
Before they're forever banned?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind,
The answer is blowin' in the wind.
How many times must a man look up
Before he can see the sky?
Yes, 'n' how many ears must one man have
Before he can hear people cry?
Yes, 'n' how many deaths will it take till he knows
That too many people have died?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind,
The answer is blowin' in the wind.
How many years can a mountain exist
Before it's washed to the sea?
Yes, 'n' how many years can some people exist
Before they're allowed to be free?
Yes, 'n' how many times can a man turn his head,
Pretending he just doesn't see?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind,
The answer is blowin' in the wind.
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