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Name: sarah
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Interests: God, good coffee, art, art therapy, artists, reading, writing, listening to obscure bands, music in general, stars, audrey hepburn, travelling, wishes, chocolate, the moon, turkish delight, hugs, ireland, mountain dew, daydreaming, photography, laughing, people with weird eyes, the beach, forget-me-nots, blueberry pancakes, fuzzy socks, life, yellow on most days, colors, nighttime, trampolines, attaya, underdogs, africa, and solitude.
Expertise: painting, drawing, daydreaming, writing, and getting myself tangled into situations i shouldn't have.
Occupation: world ruler


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Member Since: 12/29/2006

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Monday, October 12, 2009

Currently
Yankee Hotel Foxtrot
By Wilco
I am Trying to Break Your Heart
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schizophrenia, often characterized by what is commonly described as a "word salad"

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balloonbroken weddingband, barefoot barfing basketcase...be bearded
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Wednesday, October 07, 2009

Currently
O
By Damien Rice
Delicate
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mamihlapinatapai

--a look shared by two people that suggests an unspoken, shared desire, both people hoping and knowing.

it's in the yaghan language of Tierra de Fuego, and is one of those difficult words to translate. i really, really like it.

 


Monday, October 05, 2009

Currently
The Singles, Vol. 7: 1970-1972
By James Brown
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i'll be fine

Oh my darling, oh my darling, oh my darling grenadine

thou are bloody-toothed nonsense on a fall day

drinking wine through stained teeth, we stagger

down the hiking trails of multi-parading colors that

swagger and wrinkle in the newfound lights

oh my darling, oh my darling, oh my darling waterfall

thou art lost and gone forever from my--within

your eyes the lips of mine--You will, never really

understand so young our faces unbreaking me,

and pages of poetry that escape you but will

eternally trap you in my lines, and lines and lines

oh my darling ,oh my darling, oh my darling piano key

a pair of dirty sneakers without any socks and a

car i cleaned for you, in the freehand i am unpiecingly

rigid, trying to mix the vodka i found stashed in

the back into your mountain dew--apparently

it wasn't such a good combo, sweetheart You WILL

never ever comprehend me and my buried feet

in the sand, there's a window you'll never look into,

this sweater i'm wearing isn't yours, you traded it for mine

you stole my paints, my smile, and it's okay

I've got a beautiful body, with or without yours

I've got a beautiful spirit, whether or not

you can hold it in your ears

I've got a beautiful heart, even if it's as Weird as you

say it is. And i'll be okay.

In the end, I'm a bird freewheeling in the sky and it's okay there's a breeze

oh my darling, oh my darling, oh my darling convicted boy

i am lost to you forever, and i'll be fine

God is the one who makes my bones beautiful not you

or that haircut salad you called loving


Friday, October 02, 2009

Currently
Greetings from Michigan: The Great Lake State
By Sufjan Stevens
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breakup

he cuts my feet out of my

ground, takes those beautiful

bones and skin and tendons,

takes that tattoo and

painted toes-- he, with

a few well-placed swipes

cuts my feet out of my

ground, so i'm left

flailing trying to get

back up on these

rivers of stump rigidly

jaggedly broken off at

the ankles. Then he

magnamiously says

i love you, and this has

nothing to do with how

much i care about you, sweetheart--

If i could run, i would

But i let him talk to himself

for awhile more, persuading

himself of his excessive self-sacrifice

in tearing me into pieces like a

hyena--

he cuts my feet out of my

ground, jams them

once beautiful and now

sodding appendages of a

broken bird on the road--

into his tight pockets of his

neatly fitted jeans

He'll be back

But i'll have bled to death

sarah, he'll ask

why aren't you special


Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Currently
Experience Hendrix: The Best of Jimi Hendrix
By Jimi Hendrix
All Along the Watchtower
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chains

peel back the flesh of your foreheads and

i wonder if you'd be

wearing the same jewelry as me



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