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[Feb. 9th, 2008|01:58 pm] |
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I want to be sitting next to the glass passenger.
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[Jan. 2nd, 2008|10:34 pm] |
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I love you, Scrunchy.
I hope we made your last few months enjoyable,
I know I had fun with you,
especially when we used to go 'yogging' over the summer
and when you always followed me around
and when you'd like me more when I was making a sandwich
and when you totally enjoyed the song I wrote about you.
You had the cutest face ever, by the way.
I'm sorry your previous fucking bitch of an owner
didn't take care of you, I wish you would have been our cat from day one.
Well, you're in a better place now.
I just hope you know I love you and I hope you were happy these last few months.
Rest in peace.
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[Dec. 25th, 2007|11:50 pm] |
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The snow's coming down;
I'm watching it fall,
watching the people around.
Baby, please come home.
The church bells in town;
they're ringing a song.
What a happy sound!
Baby, please come home.
They're singing "Deck The Halls",
but it's not like Christmas at all.
I remember when you were here;
all the fun we had last year.
Pretty lights on a tree;
I'm watching them shine.
You should be here with me.
Baby, please come home.
Baby, please come home.
Baby, please come home.
They're singing "Deck The Halls",
but it's not like Christmas at all.
I remember when you were here;
all the fun we had last year.
If there was a way,
I'd hold back these tears,
but it's Christmas day.
Baby, please come home.
Baby, please come home.
Baby, please come home. |
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[Dec. 20th, 2007|01:32 am] |
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So long first semester.
I'm going to miss all of you,
as in my friends.
And I'm going to miss being able to fall asleep next to you,
as in my baby.
And I'm going to miss my off sleep patterns
and inside jokes and poor eating habits
and shred sessions and South Park
and long walks and longer talks
and being next to the big apple
and so much more,
but it's going to be so sweet to be home.
Fucking seven(?) hour train ride, blah.
I CAN'T BRING BACK ALL THE CLOTHES I WANT,
I HATE PACKING.
<3.
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[Dec. 11th, 2007|03:14 am] |
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"Studio Snippet" #1
out with the in-crowd.
capo 4.
thanks to 'steadier footing'.
intro based on 'G', i think.
'there's this bullet begging to be let in
to consciousness from behind my teeth,
but I'm telling him he's staying a shut-in,
so he can be just like me.
so no matter how strong these stilettos or fast tempos
are beating into my head,
i'll be happily staying true to my homegrown roots,
with six strings
under my comrade's bed.'
skilift.
capo 6.
thanks to 'blackbird'.
pre-existing foundation for words.
'show me the way you go about your prestigious sky patrol;
because you can't fool me,
i can see that light in your eyes.
descend, lend me your weary hand.
let's follow this spark to where waves crash upon the land.
the curvature of your hips; the innocence of your lips.
can you feel our heartbeats coincide
as we meet at the breath of a kiss?'
manymanymany untitled unfinished tracks with jimmy.
the best friends forever club?
we'll see. |
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[Dec. 1st, 2007|12:48 am] |
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Out with the in-crowd, and a heap of acoustic ballads mixed with fictional tales of suicide, broken bones, and revitalized poetry.
Is that alright? |
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[Jun. 24th, 2007|02:43 pm] |
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I graduated.
Pictures soon.
<3.
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