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Country: United States
State: Alaska
Metro: Anchorage
Birthday: 11/24/1987
Gender: Female


Interests: philosophy. religion. individuality. metaphysics. rome. italy. europe. novus spiritus. anti-labels. memorabilias. guitars. charlie chaplin. art. music. etc.
Expertise: the postal service.radiohead.something corporate.death cab for cutie.cottonear.the strokes.louis armstrong.bob marley. led zeppelin.queen. etc.
Occupation: Student
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Member Since: 10/17/2004

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Monday, December 13, 2004


MAROON 5 Sunday Morning 

Sunday morning rain is falling
Steal some covers share some skin
Clouds are shrouding us in moments unforgettable
You twist to fit the mold that I am in
But things just get so crazy living life gets hard to do
And I would gladly hit the road get up and go if I knew
That someday it would lead me back to you
That someday it would lead me back to you

That may be all I need
In darkness she is all I see
Come and rest your bones with me
Driving slow on Sunday morning
And I never want to leave

Fingers trace your every outline
Paint a picture with my hands
Back and forth we sway like branches in a storm
Change the weather still together when it ends

That may be all I need
In darkness she is all I see
Come and rest your bones with me
Driving slow on Sunday morning
And I never want to leave

But things just get so crazy living life gets hard to do
Sunday morning rain is falling and I'm calling out to you
Singing someday it'll bring me back to you
Find a way to bring myself home to you

And you may not know
That may be all I need
In darkness she is all I see
Come and rest your bones with me
Driving slow?


Sunday, December 12, 2004

Oh dear, is it really all true?
Did they offend us and they want to sound new?
Top ten ideas for countdown shows...
Whose culture is this and does anybody know?
I wait and tell myself "life ain't chess,"
But no one comes in and yes, you're all alone...

-The Strokes


Sunday, December 05, 2004

"let me let you in on a little secret. everyone feels fake. every last person on this earth isn't exactly sure who they are, or what they are doing, or if they are being or doing the right thing. sure some people won't admit it. but basically, it comes down to this. one, insecurity. plain and simple. but two, it is also coming down to the endless search we all embark on to find ourselves. we are our own little universe inside. and like a universe, we have endless realms, and blackholes, but we have stars and planets too. and those are the things we know we can rely on. you just have to look. and then you'll realize that you have substance."

- [lost_and_loved]


Saturday, December 04, 2004

Ya know you're only known cuz of your sex chromosome.
I know, its so messed how our society all thinks.
Life is short, your capable.

-Gwen Stefani


Tuesday, November 23, 2004

 
 
mutedfaith.com.
 
Yea ...True... 



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