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| For those who still use xanga (though I'm certain it's few, and I wouldn't even place a bet on anyone reading this, but, even so..),
I blog at thelivelongday.blogspot.com, now. :)
PS: I think what i miss most about the blogging experience with xanga is the editor page, and the ability to search amazon.com for what you're listening to/reading/watching. That part always inspired me to be listening to music while I blogged.
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| it seems so wrong to put doing beneficial health things on hold, or waiting until a particular time to start. but seriously, when school lets out for summer, i'm cutting way back on eating out, like.. i need to be SO strict about that. not only health-wise, but i've spent so many 100s of dollars eating out in the past 4 or 5 months because i never go grocery shopping anymore. it's ridiculous and pathetic and so irresponsible. i want to start working out on the regular again, and hopefully find an affordable yoga or pilates class to take somewhere nearby. (anyone know of any? i think i know someone who takes a class at yoga on high, but i think it's kinda pricey..) inspired by rachel, i had to put this in writing. i feel every globule of fat float around in my body after i enjoy a huge chipotle burrito and feel so guilty. food-guilt is the worst kind of guilt i can think of. grossssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss. | | |
| I became for you what you had asked
Telepath
You're too young to ask out loud
I'm too old to not know that
I could talk like you've not heard
I know weapons, you think words
I exposed you to these terms
You still chose to roll unheard
That could work but not so fast
You're so open, I'm so crass
I'm too weak to hold that back
You still think intrigue will last
You can't imagine of my past
I just can't explain all that
I wish I could trade your place
So romantic, full of faith
I must spare you, I must learn
I refuse to be your first
First to put you in your place
The first to make you speed your pace
I'm a man now (good or bad)
You're a girl still (good for you)
Don't think this don't make me sad
It's just something I must do
In your own time leave me be
Trying to spare you, trying to be
God melodic, man on fire
Coward long gone, my desire
Fuck you raw now, it's my fault
Fuck you raw dog, I can't stop
Should've listened, should've left
I can't stop unless you jet
It's so simple open head
I will knit my savage thread
Help me help you walk away
Leave this unamazing grace
You don't know from pure disgrace
You still think I'm here to save
I'm not even really here
I can't give what I can't take
What a ride, what a slide under the door
What a score
You think I'm a genius
I know I'm a whore
What a time, what a climate for our lives
What's in store?
You see live forever
All I see is war
I will pull your hair back
Fuck you on the floor
Pour myself into the act
Poor myself (oooh I'm bad)
Because I know that these moments end
And telling you the truth is sad
You deserve the ignorance of bliss
That I still wish I had
Don't you let me keep you here
Don't ignore my greatest fear
I need you to not need me
You need not believe, just flee
I will put myself inside you
Find some way to run and hide you
I can't be responsible
Do as I say not as I do
In your own time leave me be
Trying to spare you, trying to be
God melodic, man on fire
Coward long gone, all desire
Fuck you raw now, it's my fault
Fuck you raw dog, I can't stop
Should've listened, should've left
I can't stop unless you jet
It's so simple, open head
I will knit my savage thread
Help me help you walk away
Leave this unamazing grace
You don't know from pure disgrace
You still think I'm here to save
I'm not even really here
I can't give what I can't take
This is not my ego talking
I know I'm no perfect draw
And I do love the way you lay there
I do like the way we talk
Maybe I'm just condescending
Maybe this thing isn't wrong
Maybe you should lay right there
Put your hands up in the air
In your own time leave me be
Trying to spare you, trying to be
God melodic, man on fire
Coward long gone, all desire
Fuck you raw now, it's your fault
Fuck you raw dog, I can't stop
Should've listened, should've left
I can't stop unless you jet
It's so simple open head
I will knit my savage thread
Help me help you walk away
Lead this unamazing grace
You don't know from pure disgrace
You still think I'm here to save
I was never even here
I can't give what I can't take
You still think I'm here to save?
You still think I'm here to save?
You still think I'm here to save?
You still think I'm here to save?
You still think I'm here to save?
You still think I'm here to save?
You still think I'm here to save? | | |
| that's the title of my english 367.05 course. i absolutely love it. it's one of those classes that i take and it makes me think i should drop all of my academic plans and just be an english major. but...nah. i'm too far indebted in design to look back now. BUT,
i just got this brilliant idea.
i can be a sort-of "freelance" folklorist and do fieldwork on my own time & out of my own personal interest and collect oral history of the culture during the summer of love, haight-ashbury, the original woodstock, and the vietnam war era (aka my four favorite historical and american-cultural topics of all-time) .. and write books, articles for journals, and pitch documentaries to vh1 classic. sounds perfect!!! | | |
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