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Yesterday i read that those who limit themselves to ordinary thoughts, damn themselves to an ordinary life. Imagine that, the curse of being average, the disease of bordem, its a frightning concept. After reading that quote i finally felt saine, that because i think in lyrics not sentences might mean im not normal but thank god for that. I deleted all those wasted emotions and possiblilties on boys in men suits with stupidity scented collogne who corrupted my youth with their promises. Why listen to fairytales with curse words such as "forever" and "always" when music awaits to tell you the raw, real truth no lies, just love. Im always creating something, even if im 100% still im creating something in my head. I am the concoction of imagination, curiosity, Jealousy, Nievity and Creativity. I think in endless circles and insomnia is my lifestyle, which makes weekends that much more interesting.



Oh and P.s. She will be loved.




My space...
http://www.myspace.com/music_speaks



He said I liked your shoes, I said "Thanks, can they follow you?" So it's up the stairs and out of view of prying eyes. His tongue in my mouth, trying to keep the words from coming out. I didn't care to know who else may have been you before. So where's the kid with the chemicals?. I thought he said to meet him here but I'm not sure.
-Bright eyes


Been thinking about you
And there's no rest
Should I still love you
Still see you in bed
But I'm playing with myself
What do you care?
When the other men are far far better
- Radiohead , Thinking about you.






Pretty words wont make you pretty

unfortunatley.







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  • Icarus on December 8, 2008
    Ten nine eight and I'm breaking away..

    Your page made me laugh and think.. Funny combo sometimes x
  • brandy. : cease fire:) on November 9, 2008
    don't cry out by shiny toy guns?
    love that song.
  • bird-mad girl on July 9, 2007
    no problem babe
  • Tinkerbell-Or-Me on July 6, 2007
    nope, it's from one of Oh Snap's poems.
    I wish I had written it, but ah...
    didn't. :]

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