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Due to slight fluctuation in my level of amusement derived from lj'ing, i ain't updated in a while. Ahhhh this break needs a little umph. Lauren be commin back tomorrow so that'll be crunk as shit... I got a camera for xmas which is sweet even though i mean i would have rather had the money. Still no car. And, no, there is no car on the horizon. My mom said i can have the 39 Chevy, but it's still being restored (19th year of restoration comming up) and now the guy doing it is sick, plus he's old, so he'll probably die. So um yeah i don't think that'll be done in a year and a half.
Ugh. Christmas is nice and all, but it really really takes a toll. I'm just like... bleeeuh.
I urgently need new music. Gimmie.
The widow, dry-lipped and sad-sobered
Age hasn't lessened her worry
Lessons she knows are of precaution and sight
Lessons she teach are misguiding
Is it true that those who fear failure
Fear death?
Then can failure be measured in toll?
If so then this woman has been tolled far too long
She’s been told, she’s been dead, she’s been gone
The primordial woman, she was born from the lake
She was leader of sparrows
She was dawn
But as dawn dawned upon her she knelt to its feet
She was shamed, she was pregnant, she was gone
A rocking chair stares at the ash on the floor
As her albums all date themselves on the walls
With her children digressing and her neighbors surrendering
She stands with her back on the door
Ugh. Christmas is nice and all, but it really really takes a toll. I'm just like... bleeeuh.
I urgently need new music. Gimmie.
The widow, dry-lipped and sad-sobered
Age hasn't lessened her worry
Lessons she knows are of precaution and sight
Lessons she teach are misguiding
Is it true that those who fear failure
Fear death?
Then can failure be measured in toll?
If so then this woman has been tolled far too long
She’s been told, she’s been dead, she’s been gone
The primordial woman, she was born from the lake
She was leader of sparrows
She was dawn
But as dawn dawned upon her she knelt to its feet
She was shamed, she was pregnant, she was gone
A rocking chair stares at the ash on the floor
As her albums all date themselves on the walls
With her children digressing and her neighbors surrendering
She stands with her back on the door