In the year 2006 I resolve to:

Learn to eat fire.

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Fuck Yeah.

Out-dated and over-rated
High-strung, choking tongues
Beginning the end
Tell me again
What it is to be alive

And the motto for the year 2006 is.....

BLOW SHIT UP!

Spoken shores take on the world, in a language only we can share. With open hearts and wide eyes, we stand in waves that break at the knee. The over-head contrasts against the horizon. Midnight gleams into the earth. The record fades beneath the call of the ocean's song. Red, yellow, and blue, surge from the core, igniting the flames for faces ( Read more... )

Wouldn't it be nice to wonder aloud, to sit back and watch the understanding fade away in peace. And wouldn't it be nice for just one last time, to thrust our faces forward into the wind and capture the warmth from the sun.

I'd tell you everything, but that wouldn't change a thing. Atleast you would know.

List 7 songs you are into right now, no matter what the genre, whether they have words, or even if they're any good, but they must be songs you're really enjoying now. Post these instructions in your LiveJournal along with your 7 songs. Then tag 7 other people to see what they're listening to ( Read more... )

The journey is plentiful but the laughter is limited.

And so there it went before my eyes. Now soaring above my fingertips. I am standing tip-toed, stretching to the sky, holding on to my last breath. Somewhere inside I feel the rush, pushing me toward the finish line. It is nice to have you by my side. How will they dare to begin the unraveling today?

I was sitting there, in my Sociology of Popular Music class, when all the sudden words came that I think have changed my life. Perhaps I'm being a bit over dramatic, but I will say, I was without a doubt touched in a way that discomfort overcame my body. The time came to listen to the song "Jeremy" by Pearl Jam. I'm not sure if any of you know ( Read more... )

Please, sit in silence. Do not say a word. It would be to much to listen to phrases scramble from between your teeth. Day after day, I watch the way you struggle to pick up the pieces. Your eyes so alert to the common passer-byer. Will they notice the trail you left scattered across this town? Or will the wind pick up after your valiant effort ( Read more... )