Take my love, take my land, take me where I cannot stand...
I don't care, I'm still free, and you can't take the sky from me.
Take me out, to the black, tell 'em I ain't comin' back...
Burn the land, boil the sea, but you can't take the sky from me.
There's no place that I can be, since I found Serenity...
You can't take the sky from me...

Update in the story journal. Check it out.

If I were to have a birthday gathering, would more people be likely to come thursday after 8, saturday after 8, or sunday after noon?

Jessica and I stood on her roof for a long time, listening to the city, watching the city, and feeling the city. We stood on her roof, and in that, we stood above the city, and for about two hours up there, there was nobody but she and I. In those two hours, she and I were invincible ( Read more... )

Ugh.

Kill me?

This is a collection of the editorials and rants I've written recently. Enjoy.

( Terri Schiavo )

People need to take the advice I present in this LJ cut.
( Rise )

Take everything away ( Read more... )

Goddamnit, she knows now, she knows everything ( Read more... )

This insecurity that plagues me, this drive to be in control, in the know, to believe I'm the only so that I can feel like the most, is never going to leave me ( Read more... )