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[14 Oct 2009|12:29am] |
I love it so much...
Just look in my face and you will know I'm not telling...
What do you love....
I love it so much... Just look in my face...
Oh black night make me whole...
Black night mAke me white...
Oh black night make me out of sight black night.
Black night make me whole again.
In through the window the blackness creeps and I am jut a child.
In child hood I see my life breath un
til ot doesn't breath anymore.
Take it onto subways my dear and let me pass through on trains.
I wait for a certain sound my eyes fill with music.
That's where I tear it off.
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[08 Sep 2009|05:26pm] |
I'm sitting in a bar relaxing after a long weekend. I love rum and oj. Something about it always makes me feel better.
I don't have much planned for the day. I need to buy some food, my cabinets are bare. I might paint some new paintings for my living room while its light outside. I found some white spray paint. :) so cool. My living room/kitchen is black and white tile so, I'm thinking white with a touch of green in the middle. Boring... But bold.
Today is the kind of day I roll into a ball on my bed and wait for shit to fall down.
It gets lonely sometimes. But I can't be afraid to be alone. Its were yo end up anyway.
I can finally get caught up with the news. So ill do that too.
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[04 Sep 2009|11:12pm] |
I'm going to the mountains tomorrow on a thirty mile hike for three days.
So I hope I don't die or vomit... Or get attacked by a bear.
I hAve a fork and tp. So I should be fine.
Look out nature here I come.
Oh yeah its called blood mountain. Ha. I'm so fucked.
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[12 Feb 2008|10:47am] |
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I dyed my hair pink yesterday, and along with my lip ring i stick out in the middle of macon ga. Ha, not really. That was sarcasim. Not the not really part, but the sticking out part. Id fade into a wall if i could. I want to see interpol live again. They sound amazingly better live then on cd. I saw them on my 21st birthday, i just wanted to hop on the bus with them and tour as a 'go get this bitch'. That would be okay. My friend tryed to kill himself the other day, its real hush hush, you know, but when a guy like that does alot of coke.... You know one of those sad bastard fellows? Yeah, well I'm sure it had to do with Heather kent, this singer lady who is a bitch in ever degree. Almost a year of being with the same guy. Who broke his hand on a wall out of being jelous. Makes me want to vomit. I cant look at him the same. Im dying of hunger, and lack of beer.
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I pulled on my boots, time to start another day. I wrote a song in the shower, and now time has devoured it. \\
\\Fifteen minutes to release my brain, it comes that time everyday. Time to sleep// Everything is completely out of order. Can i come over and share secrets? Wait I'm already there.
I want feelings that aren't ordinary. So sudden the bees.
I wonder where the roads end and begin, there are so many branches and dead ends in one life that it has to be barley impossible to find myself in this mess. Insecurities are something you cant exscape// The ones who find me are the weirdos indeed.
Hello, Hi, my name is Tiffany, and this is me rambling on about life, and feelings that a twenty-one girl, who looks on the other page, might feel or come in contact with. 'Come in contact with' what could that mean. Colors, every person i have met bleeds a color. Angry/ Self absorbed/ dependent on women. Unique, full fire with the world in his guitar case. Structure, military, drugs, analyzing every movment//school boy, loving. Romantic musician, who has an obsessive personality. All these things have bleed into me. I miss and long for each part of myself to be complete. I long for something not ordinary.
Then there are the messy kids who play in the mud, and jump off water falls, and eat mushrooms. Wait. that's just me.
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