Old friends, sat on the parkbench like bookends...
(100 pages, w00t! Thanks to Tinkerbell and everyone for a great thread. )
"How can I be, all I want to be,
When all I want to do is strip away these stilled constraints
And crush this charade, shred this sad, masquerade"
Sitting on a park bench
eyeing little girls
with bad intent
Girl of my dreams...
Things are as bad as they seem
She is only sixteen
That's why she's only a dream
"It is not length of life, but depth of life." ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson
"Thought breeds thought." ~ Henry David Thoreau
Last night, I had the strangest dream
That everything was exactly how it seemed
And there was never any mystery
Of who shot John F. Kennedy.
4w3, IEI, so/sx/sp, female, and Cancer sign.
My thoughts on...
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Gave me sunshine, made me happy
Nice dream, nice dream, nice dream
I call up my friend, the good angel
But she's out with her ansaphone
She says she would love to come help but
The sea would electrocute us all
I put my hands where your wings should be,
I put my feet where the earth should be
And I can't see very far
And when you said that you were dead I hung on.
Something I feel,
You are an angel, or maybe you could've been...
No I'm no angel
No I'm no stranger to the dark
Let me rock your cradle
Let me start a fire in your heart...
I caught first glimmers
In hides and skins
Look who's all grown up
Black swanning about the solar winds
Black dove, black dove,
You don't need a spaceship,
They don't know you've already lived,
On the other side of the galaxy...
Some people they claim if you get enough fame
You live over the rainbow
Over the rainbow