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gibbity flibbet i don't even know where to begin because the things in my mind are coming faster than my fingers can type it's funny because its all rambling around in there, and i want to get it out somehow. it's flowing through my fingers, litte streams from my head to my hands and it won't ever run out i don't think, it never will because i don't want it to
i will not bend i will stand strong and win this fight that i have so often fought... it will not get the best of me, it will not make me forgo the things that i have worked so hard to achieve... and it breathes down my back and whispers in my ear, but i will not bend
locks and keys and iron cells that lock out anything and everything... and this is where we store ourselves and protect ourselves and we think we are safe... but then someone has a key just like ours maybe a little like ours and the lock clicks and we find that maybe, just maybe outside is much better than where we've been
movies and places that poor people live, though maybe it would be fun... not being tied down and able to take your house with you... it is actually quite a genius idea... think of it: a transportable house... i wonder who came up with it
iron and wine... how do you get a band name from a vitamin supplement? but i guess that shows us that anything can become anything else and that everything is inspiration... people everywhere things all around us... and how i say i have nothing to write about is just an excuse... we are without excuse
crackling peanuts of white fill the room with the red carpet, and the moms are mad, but the children are happy, cloaked in white and playing in the room that is snow, snow on blood, snow on apples and cherries and healing potion
the guitar i play in my room at night when i think about things that i love and i want to do and want to be and want to seee and the music i listen to that makes me want to be something better and sometimes it makes me feel happy inside and sometimes sad it echoes in the corners of my soul