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Aug. 9th, 2005 @ 10:54 pm
bigvi
Look into my eyes, what do you see?
Or better yet, what are you looking for?
Are you looking for the real me?
Or just something to fall back on?
I think, no, I know, I'm tired of all of this
Don't think I won't stand up for myself, enough!
I'm done, done with working for what I don't want
I'm done, done with fighting for what I can't have
So, let me think about this...
To propose marriage, you get on one knee
To pray, two, so let me see...
What should I do to propose the marriage of my soul to God?
Should I crouch low? No, that's ridiculous
Why should I hide my faith from those who have none?
No, I will set my feet and stand at my full height
Because the only way to win is to have the will to fight
Current Mood: complacentcomplacent
Current Music: John Legend - Let's Get Lifted

Settle Down. Jun. 1st, 2005 @ 10:59 pm
shuturnoisehole
Standard Envelopes Are No. 2.
Flamingo's Are Compatible With Accents.
Dosages Of Light Pour Into Unlimited Economic Models.
Eccentric Western Targets Indicate Montgomery.
Hit And Run In A Kinky Part Of Town.

someone had to be first. May. 25th, 2005 @ 11:49 pm
shuturnoisehole
Every wednesday of every week I
walk into the same
bingo hall,
and smell the same
stench.
The stench of the elderly.

I smell the great depression,
I smell the Hindenburg,
I smell Hitler's oppression.

I smell JFK,
I smell the fall of the Berlin Wall,
I smell Charles Manson's dismay.

I smell the Exxon Valdez spill,
I smell Watergate,
I smell Nelson Mandela stand still.

Every wednesday of every week I
walk into the same
bingo hall,
and smell the same
stench.
The stench of history.
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