implied longings, felt through the chords, meant with the heart

man. things are crazy. truly, abstractly, chaotically strange.

[love mingles with hate in a sinful dance]

i have discovered The Great Gatsby is actually not terrible. i thought it would bore me, just like i thought every other outside novel i've read for english would bore me. they havent been rivetting, but i get through them and i dont die. they arent bad. two points for the classics

self confidence is on the rise which is always a plus. i want to see the Ring:2. i'm hoping it'll be so bad i wont be scared--this of course, is all invain; for i know i will be up for days following in dread of Sumara. oh well--adrenaline is good.

I love you Kimmie.

So, it's sad this doesn't suit you now
And me fresh out of rope
Please ignore the lisp, I never meant to sound like this
So take me and break me and make me [strong] like you
I'll be forever grateful to this and you
It's only you, beautiful
Or I don't want anyone
If I can choose it's only you
Fix me to a chain around your neck and wear me like a nickel
Even new wine served in old skins cheapens the taste
I shot the pilot, I'm begging you to fly this for me
I'm here for you to use, b r o k e n and bruised
Do you understand?
It's only you, beautiful
Or don't want anyone
If I can choose, it's only you
But how could I miscalculate... perfect eyes will have perfect aim
If I can choose, it's only you
"We're wrecking" and I'm dry like a drum
so fine I'll leave we're spent
take our time measured we slave for days
It's only you, beautiful
Or I don't want anyone
If I can choose
It's only you
But how could I miscalculate
perfect lies from a perfect dame
.:If I can choose... it's only you:.