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sorrows of a timetraveller

Tue Oct 20, 2009, 8:18 AM
  • Mood: Hysterical
  • Listening to: art of life (live)
  • Watching: well, that 'hysteria' thing's pretty damn amusing
hey, you wanna know something really FUN? trying to take a shower and realizing your hot water doesn't work. then venturing out into the hall and realizing the water is off for your entire building. yeah. it was THRILLING. we all gathered and formed an angry mob and stormed the building manager's office and demanded (loudly and whilst brandishing pitchforks) that they fix this problem immediately.

...okay, i lied. we just kinda gathered and bitched for a while. however there may have been some brandishing of forks of the dinner variety, seeing as the 'gathering and bitching' later became 'dining and bitching'. what? don't look at me like that, good pitchforks are hard to come by these days! and my stomach is being irksome. this is what i get for nicking foodstuffs, isn't it?

Devious Info

  • Interests: oh, this and that...a little more that than this
  • Favourite band or musician: My Chemical Romance, Dir en grey, and The Candy Spooky Theatre
  • Favourite genre of music: all the flavours of rock
  • Favourite poet or writer: [ Martin Millar ][ H.P. Lovecraft ][ Augusten Burroughs ]
  • Operating System: a special brand of candy-coated sarcasm
  • Personal Quote: --hear the music before the song is over--

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:iconsinginglifeguardx:
I'm feelin' poetic again:

The angels from high up above,
sent me a dove, and I catch it with my hands,
singin' back to them "thanks for the love",
but then that little dove fluttered about,
and when it bit me it made me shout,
to the heavens in the blue skies, I won't lie,
i decided to let it get away, for not even I want to be cooped up in one place forever,
if I had been given wings to fly up high in the sky,
And my only fear is being struck my lightnin',
because if I get hit I'll die

--
They call me... "He who loves to splooge"
:iconurban-faery:
hey, do you remember the day that first summer when we held hands and walked on the rails of the railroad tracks? i think that's one of my favourite moments and i think that's because i can't do it without you there to balance me out. i tried. i slipped off after a few feet.

--
::i faced the wall and the world
and did it my way::
:iconsinginglifeguardx:
the arms of another are never the same as yours,
so I keep myself busy by doin' some chores,
yet I can't keep my mind of your smile,
the one I haven't seen for such a while,
and now that I look back then,
only with you will my heart start to mend,
for in a world of wants and gain,
without you all I feel is pain, (I'm trying not to be emo)...
but as soon as the world drops down in mess,
I promise I'll do my best,
to put our distant minds at ease,
because it's you I want to please.
But because we're still so far apart,
I ignore my aching heart,
for when we are back together,
we'll be in love until the last rose withers

--
They call me... "He who loves to splooge"
:iconurban-faery:
thanks for the phone message (and the others)...cheered me waaaaaay up after a shitty day and a long-ass boring busride :D

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::i faced the wall and the world
and did it my way::
:iconsinginglifeguardx:
anytime sweetheart, making you happy makes me happy too. Dispite the hell that's been rising here, and it's felt like some sort of needle has taken my energy away from me. Hope you liked all the songs and poems :)

P.S: I'm lovesick, I actually think that's legitimate.

--
They call me... "He who loves to splooge"
:iconurban-faery:
hahah, oh j.t...what have you started?

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::i faced the wall and the world
and did it my way::
:iconsinginglifeguardx:
lol, I when I think J.T. I think justin Timberlake

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They call me... "He who loves to splooge"
:iconsinginglifeguardx:
Singin' songs for so long,
I never forget why, nor do I sigh,
because with you I feel so high,
and I can now write songs on the fly,
but my artistic skills end with my words,
for when it comes to drawing or painting,
i'm no match for you, that's why I'm singing,

(please check your inbox)

--
They call me... "He who loves to splooge"

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