Music:
You're every line, you're every word, you're everything.
The name's Ocean,
Jenny Ocean.
And I live for my Heavenly Father.
I am...
What you perceive me to be
...Not your ordinary girl.
Four months at sea, four months of calm seas to be pounded in the shallows off the tip of Montauk Point. One-hundred-foot faces of God's good ocean gone wrong. What they call love is a risk, to always get hit out of nowhere
By some wave and end up on your own. Your tongue is a rudder. It steers the whole ship, sends your words past your lips, Or keeps them safe behind your teeth. But the wrong words will strand you, come off-course while you sleep. This story's old, but it goes on and on until we disappear. I am the one who haunts your dreams of mountains sunk below the sea. I spoke the words but never gave a thought to what they all could mean. A funeral keeps both of us apart. You know that you are not alone.
I need you like water in my lungs.
This is the end.
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Heroes:
i am jenny ocean,
and i love God.
i'm always hungry.
my cameras = my life.
one day, i will own a mothereffing penguin,
and feed it cheesecake.
my boyfriend owns your face.
oorah!
the end.