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Name: Whittney
Country: United States
State: Tennessee
Metro: Johnson City
Birthday: 8/25/1990
Interests: Music, friends, music, football (tailgating!), music.... music....
Expertise: music, writing, drawing, talking, expressing myself, giving advice, making people laugh, bootlegging tracks.... haha yeh I'm a Music Pirate so AAARRRGH!!!
Occupation: Muscian/student
Industry: Entertainment
Message: message me
Website: visit my website
AIM:  whittler37604
Member Since:
2/20/2005
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| lets get this bitch back on her feet | | |
| it's come to my attention recently... that I was closed. Everything I had was closed - my door, the windows... even my heart. I kept the glass neat and shiny, but the edges were always grimy and hard to look through. Hazy, that was how I was seen. Real but still you had to take a guess as to what was really there.
I'm done with that sort of thing. Honesty was always up there in my run of morals, but it was always a high step. You had to climb pretty high to get it from me. I was always an actor, always afraid of what people would think. Not what they'd think about my past, my present... what they'd think of /me/. God forbid, I could throw caution to the wind when it came to risking my life but when it came TO my life? No, keep it hidden, buried in an onion-web of allusions and detours.
Or maybe I'm just tired. I'm not sure. These past few months I have been questioning and second-guessing. not just myself, but everything. God, my parents, why there are laws, even when Chicken Noodle Soup is the undeclared cure for the common cold. I've stopped whining and begging and pleading. No answers, no solace, only questions remain to fog up the glass.
I should be packing, getting ready to lose myself in favor of helping out others. My yearly sabbatical to the camp beckons and I'm still wondering if I should just go lay down and take a nap. Just one more hour, just another five minutes.... another another another. Can I ever be satisfied?
Please God, I hope so.
I think my Rambling's done for now.
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| This is not a victory march
it's a cold and it's a broken
Hallelujah | | |
| Ring around the what, again?
Speak a little louder, dear friend
My feet are anxious and this reality is seering
And you are always dissapearing
Brand me, Brand me - but not now
- Hush - you do so well, to speak of the end
And keep me in your thoughts, keep you on your toes
Who what when? where? No one really knows
Go north, east west, or south
Go up, or down, or around the bend
You can take a train or take a car
Buy a plain or walk if it's not too far
Down, down, down we ride!
Over and over and over again
Left, right, you can't decide!
Over and over and over again...
Speak, a little louder my friend
But you always dissapear
In. the. end. | | |
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