i talk in lyrics even though no one else gets the references.
I'd like to meet:
jesus, Dylan Thomas, jeff buckley, bob dylan, ben barnett.
Music:
i really really like music.
Movies:
movies i dig are... amelie. Welcome to Collingwood. kill bill 1+2. dawn of the dead. grease. my girl. enemy at the gates. harry potter 3. bubble boy. honey i shrunk the kids. ferris buellers day off. remember the titans. edward sissor hands. x-men 2. empire records. road to perdition. the green mile. splash. mermaids. reality bites. a league of their own. turner + hooch. ice age. shrek 1+2. 5th element. More recently.. Tsotsi is AMAZING. so is Water. I have come to adore foriegn language flicks. just watched the passionate life of edith piaf. and oh... the princess and the warrior is really good.
Television:
TURN OFF YOUR TV .... unless heroes is on. that show rules. Without a queen, the locust swarm turned the ground black and descended like a shadowing tower on a fishes back and scattered the sticks who fall like snakes in the sand as the red clay took the form of a lizard who rushed like a moth to the flame of my open hand.
my little world, my sad, little world.
and then a speckled bird, humbly inspired, ran across the road when it could have flown and it made me smile. and at the waters edge, babylon, as we lay and slept, the river wept, "would you Zion?" stones cried out "build and shape the sky! all creation grows...
shhhhhhh...listen to it."
messes of men in poverty not much from us. but we pretend to be sharicidal at meals and a pot of chammomile. gypsies like us should be stamped with solidarity. and i held you in my fond but distant memory while waiting for the mother hen to gather me, but regretfully wrote: "you have a decent ear for notes, but you cant yet appreciate harmony."
o, porcupine, low in your tree. your eyes to mine, youd be well inclined not to mess with me. later at the garden dead, beneathe the speechless sky as his friend slept, jesus wept. (?) its no wonder why you wanna be set free. you wanna set me free but i can only come from a union with the one who never died.
in my little world, in my sad, little world,
i patched a plaster wall, in my little world.
in my little world, i was waiting, just dying to take a taste of something, in my little world.
in my little world, in my sad, little world, this is all there is in my little world.
*chanting*
in darkness, a light shines on me.
in darkness, a light shines on you.
i never get figs from a thorny branch?
i never picked a grain from off a bramble bush and i pass by almost 6 years now, and you know you haven't once looked at me with kindness in your eye and you say 'jesus is a brother of mine'
homeward sister and i darkness and light shines, so everyone sings
but my life is held down like god
you know i've been mistaken while missing that point and that light, is god/gone?
Books:
it is so that my transgressions have born a withered fruit.The sun has scorched the rising plants; alas they have no root. The bleached bones of animals bound by leather strips, dance through the air with laughter as i weild my wicked whip. As you did warn me carpenter, this world has weakened my heart, so easily i disparage, self-seeking the work of my art. And there you have come to me at the moment i bathe in my sorrow, so in love with myself, sought after avoiding tomorrow. Where do you find the love to offer he who betrays you? And offer to wash my feet as i offer to disobey you. Your beauty does bereave me, and how my words do fail, so faithfully and dutifully i award you with betrayal. The weak and the down trodden fall on broken legs, as i walk past a smile i cast, fervor in my stead, but my bones like plastic do buckle backwards now, I lay in this field by Judas' bowels and anticipate the plow. I can not be forgiven, my wages will be paid, for those more lovely and admirable is least among the saved. And where would i fit Jesus? What place is left for me? The price of atonement is more than I've found to offer up as my plea. Jesus my heart is all I have to give to you, so weak and so unworthy, this simply wll not do. No alabaster jar, no diamond in the rough, for your body that was broken, how can this be enough? By me you were abandoned, by me you were betrayed; yet in your arms and in your heart forever i have stayed.
Your glory illuminated my life, and no darkness will descend, for you have loved me forever, and your love will never end.
Heroes:
creative individualists. people that use their talents and abilities to make a difference in the world. people that make a stand for whats right, when there's not an ulterior motive.
These are my friends, this is who they have been for always, these are my days, this is how they stay. These are my friends, this is who they remain forever, this is how we stay.
rickie
chipmunk and i
lozzabruski and i @ b.e.
loren ♥
Abby Adore
alice andy veysey rule.
one of the best, raddest girls ever! Bel daz!
mumma
aaron weiss
granny
Kendrickiado
mi familia
Kazza and i!!
Vanda and i.. what a freaking rad chick
my little sister rocks the house.
good article.
