Out of college, money spent
See no future, pay no rent
All the money's gone, nowhere to go.
Any jobber got the sack,
Monday morning, turning back
Yellow lorry slow, nowhere to go.
But oh, that magic feeling, nowhere to go...
One, Two, Three, FOUR!
I've got a head full of music, tunes from ages past, different lyrics and notes, each more powerful than the last, I am a foreign figure in an unnatural sling - and I forget where I'm going.
I met a girl named Lea, she spells it L.E.A.
She's just seventeen (yeah, you know what I mean) and that's no lie, the coincidence is only there. Her eyes and brain are way beyond compare. An interesting bird to greatest degree; it's soon enough, but she may already own a part of me.
Figures and scribbles and colours are gone, for now I'm working on audible art - If I've written a good song by next dawn, I will have accomplished all I planned from the start. Temporary of course, everyone knows hence - I can't stay away long before those scribbles commence. I must keep writing, and rhyming post-haste - I don't want to let those boys down, or this time to be a waste.
Though to quote one of those to whom I feel cross-fated: "The time you enjoyed wasting, wasn't wasted."
- Mood:
Cheerful - Listening to: The Beatles - I Saw Her Standing There
- Reading: House of Leaves, World War Z
- Playing: BEATLES ROCK BAND
- Drinking: Root Beer
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I own Ron Weasley and Artie Abrams
Oh my Jareth!
"Listen close to everybody's heart and hear that breaking sound"
"Jellybean you can never comprehend the intellect of her mind"
"I can't on my own change [the world], but I can start with me."
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And in the end the love you take is equal to the love you make.
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And in the dream I knew that he was goin' on ahead and he was fixin' to make a fire somewhere out there in all that dark and all that cold, and I knew that whenever I got there he would be there. And then I woke up.
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And in the end the love you take is equal to the love you make.
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SUPERJAIL SUPERFAN?
SUPERJAIL SUPERCLUB!
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And in the end the love you take is equal to the love you make.
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SUPERJAIL SUPERFAN?
SUPERJAIL SUPERCLUB!
Hope you can visit mine
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And in the end the love you take is equal to the love you make.
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Work is the curse of the drinking class - Oscar Wilde (Wittiest man ever <3)
WHAT HO, GOOD CHAP! BALLY GOOD DAY ISN'T IT?! AHWELL TOODLE PIP, CHEERIO AND WHATNOT!
Communism: It's better than fascism AND THAT'S IT'S SLOGAN
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