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Miss Ginger V.

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About Me

I hear the drizzle of the rain Like a memory it falls Soft and warm continuing Tapping on my roof and walls.And from the shelter of my mind Through the window of my eyes I gaze beyond the rain-drenched streets To England where my heart lies.My mind's distracted and diffused My thoughts are many miles away They lie with you when you’re asleep And kiss you when you start your day.And as a song I was writing is left undone I don’t know why I spend my time Writing songs I can't believe With words that tear and strain to rhyme.And so you see I have come to doubt All that I once held as true I stand alone without beliefs The only truth I know is you.And as I watch the drops of rain Weave their weary paths and die I know that I am like the rain There but for the grace of you go I. *********************************************************** And She Carries The Reminders Of Every Glove That Laid Her Down Or Cut Her 'Till She Cried OutAnd She Carries The Reminders Of Every Glove That Laid Her Down Or Cut Her 'Till She Cried Out *********************************************************** You Cannot Break That Which Isn't Yours ******************************************************* They don't laugh at jokes, they laugh at tragedies*************************************PISTOL PACKIN' MAMA******************************************************** *********SHE WILL KISS YOU 'TILL YOUR LIPS BLEED, BUT SHE WILL NOT TAKE HER DRESS OFF****ONE FUCKIN' CLASSY BROAD**************************OUT OF LINE? MISTER... I WAS BORN OUT OF LINE**************Honey, I Started You Goin' Years Ago***********************
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My Blog

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Your eyes closed, lips slightly partedletting the faintest sound escapeHeart racing- you'd wonder where it was headed,if you could think at allShe comes to you, floating in slow motionHer hands warm a...
Posted by on Sat, 06 Jun 2009 01:16:00 GMT

I live here, now

Your time is not an exception- it will eventually run out.Make changes, appreciate everything, be who you know you are.Be unapologetic. Love your flaws, embrace your gifts.Stand where you are and show...
Posted by on Tue, 26 May 2009 00:51:00 GMT

Tom Lehrer - The Masochism Tango

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Posted by on Wed, 20 May 2009 03:02:00 GMT

Aces

It's been a minute since I've written anything at all. Tonight, I had to pretty much say goodbye to a close friend, things were about to get intense and I could definitely feel it. The part of me who ...
Posted by on Sun, 29 Jun 2008 06:23:00 GMT

Mental Constipation

"Where do you see yourself in five years?" I hung up.That's a pretty loaded question... how many people can honestly answer that? It's supposed to be the ideal, I'm aware, but I truly do not know. How...
Posted by on Mon, 21 Jan 2008 02:56:00 GMT

Man, Fuck dis CHEESE!

I am quickly losing interest in this new job deal. Could it be that I actually enjoy face to face interaction rather than sitting in a small and cold office, enclosed in a cubicle making calls to 800 ...
Posted by on Tue, 25 Sep 2007 21:45:00 GMT

ah HATE choo!

Finally put in my two week notice at work on friday. It's amazing how just doing that made me feel 18 times better. I wasn't going to write a letter, but, decided to and, I must say... it was fantasti...
Posted by on Mon, 10 Sep 2007 14:14:00 GMT

Vomit

Not enough... too much. Focus. Wretched, useless, idle. Control. Never in control. Empty, manic, destroy, surrender. Is there an end? This never ends. Don't wait... never wait. Judge, deceive, panic, ...
Posted by on Fri, 31 Aug 2007 01:01:00 GMT

Come here... now go away

If you have a penis, you are automatically evil. (Thanks llamaface) Over the course of almost a week, I have been completely turned off to the idea of even remotely thinking about dating and/or hangin...
Posted by on Tue, 27 Mar 2007 22:40:00 GMT

Quiet Desperation

Yesterday was harsh. We (meaning Lauren, India and myself) decided that we wanted ice cream. Five hours later, we leave to go on our quest for cold and creamy goodness only to discover that actual foo...
Posted by on Mon, 19 Mar 2007 02:34:00 GMT