The only thing is, those people that regularly commented as "anonymous" because they didn't have a livejournal or because they wanted to shit talk or both haha.

( Who comments the most on this journal? )

So all the hoopla I've been hearing after Obama was elected President has got me thinking.  Everyone keeps talking about what it must be like for African Americans...or, in reality, any minority, to have someone like them in the white house.  It got me thinking about, something I've endured all through school even though I'm not black, sitting in ( Read more... )

I always wondered what it was like for those people watching JFK.  It's funny seeing all of those people in tears with happiness.  I saw a sign that said "Bush, You're FIRED" haha.  I'm pretty amazed and relieved and happy.  Change change change.  I can't explain how I felt when I spoke with an old friend/coworker who I was telling how tough it was ( Read more... )

You cannot go against nature
Because when you do
Go against nature
It's part of nature too

Our little lives get complicated
It's a simple thing
Simple as a flower
And that's a complicated thing
No new tale to tell

My world is your world
People like to hear their names
I'm no exception
Please call my name
Call my name
No new tale to tell

When you're down
It's a ( Read more... )

Nohari and Johari....

http://kevan.org/nohari?name=Angel+Pie

http://kevan.org/johari?name=Angel+Pie

He was quiet.  He always spoke, more to himself, as if he was alone and a million miles away.  Which made him mysterious to most people, but I knew the noise, the distracting, isolating noise that goes on in his head, because it was in mine, too.  They've all heard that noise...

Niki tore off a square of the acid and put it on my tongue, then one for her.  It came on small sheets of paper printed with pink flamingos on motorcycles.  We sat on the porch, looking at the wreck of the neighbor's old Riviera parked up on blocks.  I felt nothing at all.  "Maybe we should take another one."  If I was going to do it, I wanted to ( Read more... )

Yes, I was crying.  These words like bombs she sealed up and had delivered, leaving me ragged and bloody weeks later.  You imagine you can see me, Mother?  All you could ever see was your own face in a mirror.

I knew it.  Words are always like bombs.  I'm almost finished.  Always, almost finished.

Future so afraid of yours
That you strayed from the course
And you came up short

Barely trust em their all puppets
Love is nothing scared of success

I think it's great how you used to be great
I can't hate on how you choose to relate
But i know that you had the potential
I understand why you wanted to let go
A lot of pressure
In the middle of those shoulders
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I pretend not to notice when you're looking at me ( Read more... )