"and I found out where my edge is and it bleeds into where you resist and my only way, way out, is to go so far in ( Read more... )

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In and out on this same path that I followed for years
Can’t I look around and ask how could we still end up here
I can’t just hold tight
Wait for them to cut us to ribbons
If the sharpest thing where you come is a blade of grass

Oh take me with you
I don’t need shoes to follow
Bare feet running with you
Somewhere the rainbow ends my dear

These ( Read more... )

Little boxes on the hillside, Little boxes made of ticky tacky. Little boxes on the hillside, Little boxes all the same, There's a green one and a pink one. And a blue one and a yellow one. And they're all made out of ticky tacky And they all look just the same ( Read more... )

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In short, X-Men: The Last Stand puts forward the thesis that being a mutant is like being black and gay: It makes you better than other people, and thus they hate you for it.

I want to kill this waitress ( Read more... )

With your Es and your ease and I do one more ( Read more... )