Transit in Times Colonist! |
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http://www.canada.com/victoriatimescolonist/news/arts/story.
html?id=63f1efe9-94f2-408d-8300-84518bbedd4f Posted by on Mon, 18 Jun 2007 16:01:00 GMT |
the beat written by leanne bennett |
this is something my twin sister wrote about me. i think it's incredible.
when the beat kicks in all will be silent except for the words muttered with speed.with perfect grace. this is hip hop. you ar... Posted by on Tue, 22 May 2007 21:42:00 GMT |
a grey tuesday |
It's just a grey Tuesday, I'm looking for the words to say, I've broken 2 pairs of headphones in the matter of 2 days, what's with the blue face? Shove it in your suitcase. Unpack it and attach it to ... Posted by on Tue, 01 May 2007 22:40:00 GMT |
a man with a banjo |
So what's it like, I mean don't you really miss Jon? I dunno how I feel, my lifes like a sitcom, and everyday there's just more and more drama, need a period to end this all I have is a comma, a run o... Posted by on Sun, 29 Apr 2007 22:04:00 GMT |
exhaust pipe |
You and your flimsy hair sit me down to pinky swear that we will erase this love letter before it rips and tears. I believe in God right, but tonight is just an off night and I'm wondering where the s... Posted by on Wed, 25 Apr 2007 23:31:00 GMT |
i'm the type of person.. |
I'm the type of person who lives for the moment
Throws it all away just to witness emotion
I'm the type of person who gets frustrated easily
When I have a bad day I discard everything that's dear to m... Posted by on Mon, 09 Apr 2007 14:29:00 GMT |
there are no signs of life here |
There are no signs of life here
Just manufactured teenagers
When there are no signs of Christ here
I fail to reflect him through my behavior
I suck at this discipleship thing
Refreshed from winter
Rec... Posted by on Fri, 30 Mar 2007 16:42:00 GMT |
dear doctor |
Dear doctor can I have some drugs? some drugs some drugs.. the cure to love, enough this love bit sick to my stomach rain on parades and spit in your trumpets, we live by the phones we grip.. We're so... Posted by on Sun, 28 Jan 2007 21:39:00 GMT |
underneath the bed.. (english assignment) |
Underneath the bed next to the lonely sock and the stolen street signs lay memories of you that I am too afraid to revisit. I dread the gust of perfume that fills my nostrils every time I accidentally... Posted by on Tue, 19 Sep 2006 18:42:00 GMT |
life with you gone. |
too immune to the tune of the ruined, fluent in loosing and bruising, miss-using my eyes for fluid oozing.. i am foolish, ill admit that, if i could see myself before love i wonder if id switch back, ... Posted by on Wed, 06 Sep 2006 22:02:00 GMT |