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Saturday, November 22, 2008
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if i could deliver every ethereal delight to your door and some sun bleached sandals and a ball of thread when we were done searching the earth for one another we would we would have a web
please accept this humble offerin of everything i have and am glowing like an ember at your feet
gifted on by some higher love we are marvelous vessels of
we are marvelous vessels of love
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Wednesday, February 13, 2008
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Current mood:  awake
silver bells and salty seas and the bird in my breast that never says please proverbial pain drops me to my knees to my knees
o the world is a terrible mess they want to steal my legs an burn em only interested in the tits and dick and the dollars i could earn em
im so - sick of the cop out im gonna opt out part this pavement and let me in a little deeper im gettin used to the din i choose a truthful grave over a world i cant save and a thousand wars ill ignore and no one will ever win
push and pull stay and go the only thing real is the open road i love you so i love you so i love you so
o the world is a terrible mess they want to steal my legs an burn em only interested in the tits and dick and the dollars i could earn em
im so sick of the cop out im gonna opt out part this pavement and let me in a little deeper im gettin used to the din
i choose a truthful grave over a world i cant save and a thousand wars ill just ignore and no one will ever win
you and me us or them white and black foe or friend a brand new start and the bitter end the bitter end the bitter end....
silver bells and salty seas and the bird in my breast that never says please proverbial pain drops me to my knees to my knees
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Sunday, February 03, 2008
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if i have to live as a vagabond all alone just to make this weary bag o bones feel like home im gonna reach out to touch every single fire that i see and not worry too much about which one will be the death of me
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