| The Road to Babylon |
[Aug. 26th, 2007|02:35 pm] |
“How far is it to Babylon?
—Threescore miles and ten.
Can I get there by candle-light?
Yes, and back again.”
And while nurse hummed the old, old rhyme,
Tucking him in at evening time,
He dreamed how when he grew a man
And travelled free, as big men can,
He’d slip out through the garden gate
To roads where high adventures wait
And find the way to Babylon,
Babylon, far Babylon,
All silver-towered in the sun!
He’s travelled free, a man with men;
(Bitter the scores of miles and ten!)
And now face down by Babylon’s wall
He sleeps, nor any more at all
By morning, noon or candle-light
Or in the wistful summer night
To his own garden gate he’ll come.
—Young feet that fretted so to roam
Have missed the road returning home.
-Margaret Adelaide Wilson |
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| Hmm... |
[Mar. 5th, 2007|11:09 pm] |
Has anybody seen my shoes? Because I think they've been kidnapped.
Maybe I should put them on a milk carton. |
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| (no subject) |
[Jun. 2nd, 2006|12:01 am] |
Gin Noodle Soup. :heart:
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| **** these disfunctional, insecure actresses |
[May. 7th, 2006|09:53 pm] |
| [ | What I'm listening to |
| | Third Eye | ] |
I can see myself. I can hear myself. I just can't stop myself.
I've made a list of things that will fix my life. It's very concise:
1. Get new shoes
2. Get a haircut
3. Get a job
If I do those three things, my life will surely be back on track and I'll be able to break out of this insignificant existance. Or something like that. You guys can help though: see the link below for your shoe assignment.
Last night was stupid. I wanna hang out with Heather though. Here's a list of people I miss (in no particular order):
1. Heather
2. Corey
3. Williams
4. Derrick
5. Tomasina
6. Rachel
7. Mr Obye
8. Alicia Hurst
9. Itzel
I can't think of anymore. That's cool.
( Shoes. ) |
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| Sweet dreams are made of these: |
[Apr. 6th, 2006|08:46 am] |
I had very interesting dreams last night. Here's a list of some of the things I recall:
-My uncle (?) lost his job, his wife, and his house, and it was all somehow my fault.
-People enjoy making their rottweilers attack me
-Ferocious dogs turn into black people that kiss you when you tell them they have nice teeth.
-Julia made a really pretty sandwich, and then fell asleep, so I got to eat it. But it tasted bad, because it was buffalo chicken with marinara sauce.
-Julia's narcoleptic.
-People take pictures in clouds.
-Mark said something really funny/ironic, but I was the only one who laughed.
-The phrase "Dippity do da day" is in the book of mormon.
-Jack Black (sporting a new, short haircut) wanted to get a book of mormon, but he didn't know where to get one, and he didn't know how to use Google
-Jack Black's password is "jacka"
-Jack Black used my phone to call for a ride, broke it on "accident," and then ran away
-Trevor has a hole in his armpit
-Antoine works at the library
-My mom's bedroom is now a movie theater
-I play with feet
That's all I remember. Pretty cool, huh? |
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| (no subject) |
[Mar. 27th, 2006|12:33 am] |
I wrote a song the other day which is EMO TO THE MAX, and I thought about posting it, but I don't want you all to think I'm going to kill myself. So here's something I wrote when the power was out:
When the power's out,
Our homes become empty shells
No whine of television, the green glowing time
Or hum of a processor fan
And the time drips by so slowly
Like a current without a current
A mill without the breeze
A fall without gravity
But you wish it was fast like
the calculator to the abacus
The blow dryer to the wind
The heater to coal
And then the SRP guy comes and turns the power back on
And you play World of Warcraft all day long
Because you don't have a life |
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| Hey |
[Mar. 26th, 2006|03:07 am] |
Hey, guess what. Inside Man is really good. So is She's the Man.
Movies that end in Man are good.
PS: Chewetel Ejiofor rocks my socks.
Every minute you keep River Tam away from me, more people will die.
Sex shouldn't be comfy!
Uh... (insert something cop-ish here)
My hero. |
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| Just take me back to yours, that will be fine... |
[Jan. 15th, 2006|11:51 pm] |
| [ | How I'm feeling |
| |  chipper | ] |
| [ | What I'm listening to |
| | Queen | ] |
Ooh love, Ooh loverboy
Whatcha doin' tonight?
Hey, boy
Everything's all right, just hold on tight
That's because I'm a good old-fashioned lover boy |
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| (no subject) |
[Oct. 23rd, 2005|08:06 pm] |
I've been waiting for something; a change, or a miracle maybe. Something to prove to me that I'm real, and not just merely existing. I was so eager for the day I'd see the sign, becuase I knew it would come like an avalanche. Just a bit at first, until it all breaks open and I'm rushed headfirst into something new and awesome.
But I've been waiting too long. I'm sure if it was going to come, it would have come already. I missed the bus, as it were, and it was the last one of my day.
So I have to find the strength to get up, and chase after the changes I seek. I have the motive, it's just motivation I lack.
And I've tried before. All my plans that I thought would get me so far, seem to fall apart before I even start. I've been waiting so long for my heart to start beating, and my head's starting to get angry just sitting around.
But my heart says, "Wait, it'll come someday."
So I just stay here. |
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| Blue is our new second sun |
[Apr. 27th, 2005|10:00 pm] |
| [ | How I'm feeling |
| |  quixotic | ] |
I have come curiously close to the end, down beneath my self-indulgent pitiful hole. Defeated, I concede and move closer. I may find comfort here; I may find peace within the emptiness. How pitiful.
It's calling me...
And in my darkest moment, fetal and weeping, the moon tells me a secret (my confidant): "As full and bright as I am, this light is not my own," and a million light reflections pass over me.
It's source is bright and endless; she resuscitates the hopeless. Without her we are lifeless satellites, dreaming dreams. And as I pull my head out, I am without one doubt, I don't want to be down here soothing my narcissism. I must crucify the ego before it's far too late.
I pray the light lifts me out, before I pine away...
So crucify the ego before it's far too late to leave behind this place, so negative and blind and cynical. And you will come to find that we are all one mind, capable of all that's imagined and all conceivable. Just let the light touch you and let the words spill through. Just let them pass right through, bringing out our hope and reason.
...before we pine away... |
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