Craving the Haven of Hamlin Hall
Oh, I don't know. Maybe things aren't as bad as I see them. I just...
do you ever wish you could go five years into the future? Or go five
weeks back in time? Either one would work for me, but I'd prefer five
weeks back because life is oh so precious(even when you're down). It
would mean seeing Green Day again in concert, and maybe I would know
better than to fuck up homecoming twice in a row(although I've pretty
much done that in the past two years). I know you say I haven't, and by
that pierced look I strongly trust that you believe I haven't, but in
my eyes... I have. On the other hand. Five years from now I'll be
married and hopefully have a different car; in the least I'll have the
same car in working fashion. With luck I'll have a job to build a life
on, or at least I'll be looking for one. And with that comes a home,
and children, and...
I'm having a hard time trying to please more and more people. Is this what life is about?
I miss 3 South. You're my true home for the next four years, and it's so much more settling to be in the comfort of my own stiffly-framed bed listening to Zebra, cracking elementary jokes with Joel or adult jokes with Angie, waiting for my love to call, or napping the afternoon away with my teal Holmes fan blowing faint cool breezes across... the other, white Holmes fan, before it reaches me... it's so much more settling than this cold, unforgiving house.
As long as you're with me, Andrea, everything will be alright.
Caswell, I may or may not be the only one who reads your LJ, but I do read it. Forgive me for not posting comments, but I couldn't. You must've disabled them or something... maybe that's what you meant by read-only. Sorry it doesn't look like I'll be able to hang out if you do go to the KMFDM concert, not much I can do there.
In closing, you all need to write more poetry. Or find some people who do, because I'm getting starved of it.
"Hell is still overburdened, I must stand and wait in line. I may never know for certain, when will be my time. How was I considered evil? Vengeance taken in this life. Someone granted me reprieval, decades spent in strife, led to nothing. Repeat it in my mind, led to nothing. If only I was born another time. Hell is still overburdened, I must stand and wait in line. Hell is still overburdened, now I find that some take turn in the line"
I'm having a hard time trying to please more and more people. Is this what life is about?
I miss 3 South. You're my true home for the next four years, and it's so much more settling to be in the comfort of my own stiffly-framed bed listening to Zebra, cracking elementary jokes with Joel or adult jokes with Angie, waiting for my love to call, or napping the afternoon away with my teal Holmes fan blowing faint cool breezes across... the other, white Holmes fan, before it reaches me... it's so much more settling than this cold, unforgiving house.
As long as you're with me, Andrea, everything will be alright.
Caswell, I may or may not be the only one who reads your LJ, but I do read it. Forgive me for not posting comments, but I couldn't. You must've disabled them or something... maybe that's what you meant by read-only. Sorry it doesn't look like I'll be able to hang out if you do go to the KMFDM concert, not much I can do there.
In closing, you all need to write more poetry. Or find some people who do, because I'm getting starved of it.
"Hell is still overburdened, I must stand and wait in line. I may never know for certain, when will be my time. How was I considered evil? Vengeance taken in this life. Someone granted me reprieval, decades spent in strife, led to nothing. Repeat it in my mind, led to nothing. If only I was born another time. Hell is still overburdened, I must stand and wait in line. Hell is still overburdened, now I find that some take turn in the line"