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Monday, November 9th, 2009
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3:34 pm - Would you offer your throat to the wolf with red roses?
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Like a sentence to death
I've got no options left
I've got nothing to show now
I'm down on the ground
I've got seconds to live
And you can't go now
Cause love, like an invisible bullet has shot me down and I'm bleeding - yeah, I'm bleeding
And if you go, furious angels will bring you back to me
You're a dirty needle
You're in my blood and there's no curing me
And I want to run
(like the blood from a wound)
To a place you can't see me
Cause love, like a blow to the head, has left me stunned and i'm reeling - yeah, I'm reeling
And if you go, furious angels will bring you back to me
You're a cold piece of steel between my ribs and there's no saving me
And I can't get up from this wet crimson bed that you made for me
Cause love, like a knife in the back, has cut me down and I'm bleeding - yeah, I'm bleeding
And if you go, angels will run to defend me - to defend me
Cause i can't get up
I'm as cold as a stove
I can feel the life fade from me
I'm down on the ground
I've got seconds to live
Then what's there that waits for me?
Cause love, like a sentence of death has left me stunned, and i'm reeling - yeah, i'm reeling
And if you go, furious angels will bring you back to me - Furious Angels, by Rob Dougan.
This and Matchbox Twenty's "Bed of Lies". Constantly. For days. Tired of crying, tired of fearing the mailman, and fearing the phone. It rings or beeps, and we look at it like a snake ready to bite....tired....so very, very tired.
~Wolf
current mood:  drained
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| Saturday, October 10th, 2009
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7:48 am - One time too many...
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| Saturday, September 5th, 2009
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1:26 pm - That was fun.
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I tried.
I really, really tried.
I will not make that mistake again. You really know how to make friends and influence people, don't you?
Way to prove everyone right. Smooth.
~M.G
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| Thursday, July 19th, 2007
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10:14 pm - We live!
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Survived the long trip to West Virginia.
Happy to report that we were not eaten by inbred mutant mountain folk. ( Never watch "Wrong Turn" the night before heading out in the hills....)
Yay us.
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| Monday, August 28th, 2006
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3:53 am - We are not amused
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We're twitchy. We're awake. We should be sleeping.
The body's brainmeats don't appear to be working properly. I'm (M.G.) not sure if it's a simple case of chemical dumpage, or what. No matter who've put out to front so far, something is off. So it's the body, not me personally. I wish that made me feel better somehow....
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| Tuesday, January 27th, 2004
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5:35 pm - Kacey here
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Hello. Not many people know me. I haven't been around in a very long time. In the short time that I have been back, my life has taken a strange turn. I won't say too much on it, those who need to know do.
But at one point today, I was dragged out. I found that something was nagging at me, wanting to be written down. I am not a writer. I draw. I read. I do not write. I have never claimed to be good at it...Just to let you know before you read this. I know it's crappy. But it was there, and I guess I needed to let it out. So...there...you've been warned. Hopefully, he will understand that it is for him. He seems bright enough. *bitter-sweet smile*
What is it about
Your cold touch
That I am missing so damn much
Just not myself when you're not near
Always wishing you were here
I lost myself in memories
Try to remember
Was She Me?
I know things that
I should not know
Always lost out in the snow
So here I sit now
At your door
Wish you'd stop staring at the floor
Look me in the eyes
Or let me be
Please
Let me forget
Your misery
How to help
I just don't know
So now I guess
I'll simply go
Don't forget my offering
To be everything
You could need
I cannot find a reason why
Not to spend Eternity
By your side
yes...as I said...I'm not a writer...I know...
*goes back to her room, The complete works of Oscar Wilde tucked under her arm*
current mood:  confused
current music: Fur Elise (spelling?)
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| Saturday, January 17th, 2004
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11:22 pm - lol
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| Thursday, December 25th, 2003
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5:43 pm - *Grumble*
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This is Captain Julianna of the lil paper ship that sails in the rum. I just want to say...Merry Christmas to all. But Mostly to my Jackie.
current mood:  awake
current music: Bowie boxset-Amazing
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| Friday, December 19th, 2003
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4:43 pm - Well well well...what have we here?
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First off, I thought I should list the different loons you might encounter here. There are many many muses that inspire my writings, so more might make themselves known at a later date. Who knows? I sure as hell don't. heh.
Julianna - Julianna is ..well...she has a dark past. She won't talk about it much, but she is currently a pirate under Cap'n Alex, as she calls him. She is also madly inlove with one..well...rather odd fellow who goes by Cap'n Jack. We'll leave it at that.
Fury- Fury was created, in the beginning, to handle my anger. Being a werewolf, she is just the person to have at the back of your mind when you suddenly can't handle a situation. What would Fury do? Yell. Alot. So..she was born to take over the anger and frustrastion..and became much more than that. She has grown into a wonderful Muse, with many twisted dealings and layers to her personality. Apparently, She has also become Julianna's best friend. Beware, she is rather bitchy.
Dia- The local (haha) sane woman. She is a lovely, calm,sweet-natured Irish woman. Consider her the mother hen.
...and Well...right now, those are the only ones who want to come and play. So...yeah...there. heh.
Meet the crazies. These voices, these dreams, these...whatever you want to call them. They keep me saner. I can write down their stories, I can focus on their lives, and they give mine a little bit more meaning. For the Art of their stories, is my life.
Thanks for tuning in.
M.G.
current mood:  artistic
current music: Silence is golden
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