Claudette

Hello there, my name is Claudette, Claudette Annabella Kightingale to be correct. I'm a model as you can see...it pays the bills. no actually i enjoy it very much. I go to NYU and reside in the village with my cousin/best friend Mishca. I'm currently majoring in film studies and photography because i want to be a director. I co-run my own clothing store in my home town of Baltimore, Maryland with my friend Gail, and intern for a brilliant photographer named Mr. Jonny Jones. Anything more? hmm...just ask!
P.S. the "Sweet Knightingale" search is on! Each week a choice few will be selected to join my fan club/ model search and each month a lucky winner will be flown out to NYC to attend an exclusive photo shoot with top photographer Jonny Jones! So keep an eye out and check your e-mail. Good luck Knightingale Girls!
Cursor by www.Soup-Faerie.Com“I am Jaques sitting by the stream Loving the sound of his own tears”
My very name is the essence of irony
I’m the weakest person I know.
I am thoroughly foolish,
And I’ve been Fighting
With destiny ever since
I found out that there was
something in me worth fighting for
My aspirations clash with logic
And that is why I’m melancholy
I have a somewhat sick need for sorrow ,
I am Jaques sitting by the stream
Loving the sound of his own tears
For that and anger are the only passions I know
I long for what I cant have and cry when
I don’t get it
But have not the strength to change my stars
I manipulate my feelings so that there always
Fragile and ready to be crushed
Its so easy…its so addictive
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Out in the Fields with God
by Anonymous Works
The little cares that fretted me
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I lost them yesterday
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Among the fields, above the sea,
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Among the winds at play,
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Among the lowing of the herds,
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The rustling of the trees,
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Among the singing of the birds,
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The humming of the bees.
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The foolish fears of what might happen,
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I cast them all away,
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Among the clover-scented grass,
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Among the new-mown hay,
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Among the husking of the corn,
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Where drowsy poppies nod,
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Where ill thoughts die and good are born--
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Out in the fields with God.
Sucker love is heaven sent.
You pucker up, our passion's spent.
My hearts a tart, your body's rent.
My body's broken, yours is spent.
. Carve your name into my arm.
Instead of stressed, I lie here charmed.
Cuz there's nothing else to do,
Every me and every you.
Sucker love, a box I choose.
No other box I choose to use.
Another love I would abuse,
No circumstances could excuse.
In the shape of things to come.
Too much poison come undone.
Cuz there's nothing else to do,
Every me and every you.
Every me and every you,
Every Me...he
Sucker love is known to swing.
Prone to cling and waste these things.
Pucker up for heavens sake.
There's never been so much at stake.
I serve my head up on a plate.
It's only comfort, calling late.
Cuz there's nothing else to do,
Every me and every you.
Every me and every you, Every Me...he
Every me and every you,
Every Me...he
Like the naked leads the blind.
I know I'm selfish, I'm unkind.
Sucker love I always find,
Someone to bruise and leave behind.
All alone in space and time.
There's nothing here but what here's mine.
Something borrowed, something blue.
Every me and every you.
Every me and every you,
Every Me...he
Every me and every you,
Every Me...he [x4]
There’s no time to test the water
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And even though we’re bound to drown
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…Baby, let’s jump in
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