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Name: [Lace] Country: United States State: Louisiana
Interests: LOVE is most important... music. violin. graphic design. painting. le' music business. singing to my own tune. the decemberists. murder by death. aaron weiss. norma jean. one am radio. owen. robot ate me. starbucks. thrift stores. the beach. suzie [my niece]. films. dancing to the beat in my head. photography. phone calls. laura. chai. europe. ice bream. culture. dead/dried flowers. brett easton ellis. c.s. lewis. emerson. starry nights. scarves. joy. as i lay dying. fireflies. handmade cards. calilies. creativity. intimacy. friendship. huge hugs. belly dancing. the RIGHT guy. shows. chalese. daydreaming. fashion. literature. new orleans. whitman. mother theresa. ghandi. shakespear. riding w/ the windows down. Expertise: i am an expert at nothing. i am okay at alot of things. Occupation: Student Industry: Media
Message: message meEmail: email me Website: visit my website AIM: her longwayhome
Member Since:
1/2/2004
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i needed a virtual change.
so this is my new xanga:
godspeeddarling
 | Currently Watching Little Miss Sunshine By Steve Carell, Toni Collette, Greg Kinnear, Chuck Loring, Robert O'Connor (IV), Steven Christopher Parker, Erik David, Alissa Anderegg, Matt Winston, Justin Shilton, Paul Dano, Abigail Breslin, Jennessa Rose, Jerry Giles, Mark Kubr, Grant Hayes, Lindsey Jordan, Alan Arkin, Julio Oscar Mechoso, Cassandra Ashe see related |
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honesty:
i'm at a place in my life where i don't like what i do or where i am. & wanting to be happy with who i am. not what people think of me.
i feel stagnant and unmotivated. it makes me hide from the world- & makes me a hermit in my own home.
"if i don't enjoy myself, how could a friend?"
grant it, i'm working through these feelings and i don't want sympathy. i apologize if it's affected you. please know, i'm learning alot about myself- i'm coming to terms with some things i've never dealt with- and that i know is good.
i'm broken. & i know it's exactly where i need to be. i'm sharing my journal entry from tonight because for some reason i feel like i need to-
& hoping someone, somewhere can relate. if not, pardon my need for nostalgia this evening.
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and this is your refuge again let the words dance across the page and sing you to sleep like the piano keys you sewed into your vocal chords that night the world slept in the palm of your hand well turns out it was never about that and when you feel like there is nothing left to grasp onto just remember that your story is still written on yellow school buses with crossed out pen drawings and the dirt you traced on the back window when you waved goodbye for the first time well they are long gone in the folds the folds of it all but maybe just maybe if you wait for the moment when everything is still and you whisper loud enough they may remember your name and take you back to the places where you hid to fight the sleep and to fight the night because the days stretched for miles across your veins throbbing like the lightning bug sky over a girl who painted her dreams with crayons on a white piece of paper that hung like a prize on the refrigerator amongst alphabet magnets and scattered polaroids and yes that little girl was you and when you feel like your lungs have crumbled just remember that the fringes to hold your bones together still lie in the cracks of that chalk splattered sidewalk so scrape the remains like tangerine rinds until your fingers bleed dry with nothing but the red stained grass at your side but when the asphalt clouds tell you a storm will come and shake the world so violently with tears even the strongest umbrella will not stand a chance and no you won't either well remember that little girl the one in the photograph with the sequins glowing in her eyes she is still the skeleton in your insides so go ahead and pull her out so she can build you a paper mache boat to sail away from tonight back to the years that are strung out like lights in a place far away from here.
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| i just wanted to tell these kids happy birtday.
love you!

and miss. lauren.
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| his words are amazing:
putrefaction
"of late i've had this thought that this country has gone backwards 4 or 5 decades and that all the social advancement the good feeling of person toward person has been washed away and replaced by the same old bigotries we have more than ever the selfish wants of power the disregard for the weak the old the impoverished the helpless we are replacing want with war salvation with slavery we have wasted the gains we have become rapidly less we have our Bomb it is our fear our damnation and our shame. now. something so sad has hold of us that the breath leaves and we can't even cry."
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| my thoughts last night:
someone please pull out my foundation- the crumbly, faulty one & just leave me naked lying on the pavement because i think thats better than risking the caving in of the concrete. paint the yellow lines on me and use me for direction
of where not to go.
sometimes logic doesnt fit in my world so much so that it over runs it.
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