Cathedral.
Journal Entry: Wed Jun 25, 2008, 1:32 PM
hola, mis amigos!
alright, so I actually posted some writing up here (not poetry), and I expect you all to go read it. now.
admittedly, it is a bit long, but if I went to all the trouble to write it, you should read it. it's the least you can do. and I'm giving you full range to criticize it and me for making you read it if you don't like it. but I will argue with you. be forewarned.
speaking of Will, his last name is Rigo. and he's my favorite person. ever.
if you have an opinion, let me know if I should continue this story (it does have some action later on- this is just the intro) or go back to working on the nightflame for now. I'm torn. maybe I'll do both. or do neither, change my name to Gustav, and move to canada. (no voting for that last one!! yeah, I see what's going through your head. I'm watching you.)
that is all.
- Mood:
Content - Listening to: Without Reason by The Fray
- Reading: Dianna Wynne Jones
Devious Comments
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Desperate for changing, starving for truth
I'm closer to where I started, chasing after you...
~Lifehouse
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Never want to live without
Reason.
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Desperate for changing, starving for truth
I'm closer to where I started, chasing after you...
~Lifehouse
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I am not alone, with the touch of your hand i am whole again
Why do ducks have webbed feet?
To stamp out fires.
Why do elephants have flat feet?
To stamp out burning ducks
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OO-RA!
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I hate waiting.
-Inigo Montoya
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OO-RA!
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I hate waiting.
-Inigo Montoya
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OO-RA!
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The taste of purity is raindrops on spring leaves.
If you like acoustic music, go check out Andrew Osenga! He has a free EP up for download on his website here: [link]
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Who's gonna call on Sunday mornings? Who's gonna drive you home?
I just want one more chance
To put my arms in fragile hands.
I thought you said forever (over and over)
One sleepless night becomes
Bitter oblivion.
Paperthin Hymn
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Who's gonna call on Sunday mornings? Who's gonna drive you home?
I just want one more chance
To put my arms in fragile hands.
I thought you said forever (over and over)
One sleepless night becomes
Bitter oblivion.
Paperthin Hymn
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| poésie | lastfm |
oh, life: with your colorful surprises.
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It seems I've gone away
It seems I've lost myself
It seems really lost my way
It seems I've lost myself
It seems I've
Shed my skin
Are you ready for me?
"Shed My Skin" by Alter Bridge
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I should just turn you into a drunken elf!
~undead-faery
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I should just turn you into a drunken elf!
~undead-faery
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I should just turn you into a drunken elf!
~undead-faery
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