as promised, here is my new livejournal's username:

3_eyed_denim

add me to your friends list so that i can feel loved. thanks.

--rance.

Back in the old folky days
The air was magic when we played
The river boat was rocking in the rain
Midnight was the time for the race

Oh, Izabella
Proud Izabella
They tore you down and plowed you under
You're only real with your make up on
How could have seen you and stayed so long?Sure, Sue's on my back about getting the stuff out of my house ( Read more... )

. . . . . . . i had a lot to say.
i think i said it all on the lee high school community ( Read more... )

We've got heads on sticks
You've got vintriloquists
Standing in the shadows
At the end of my bed. . .

I have some CDs I want to sell. Prices are negotiable.

1. Barenaked Ladies: Stunt $5.00
2. Alien Ant Farm: Anthology $5.00
3. Deep Blue Something: Home $5.00
4. Enigma: The Cross of Changes $5.00 ( Read more... )

Fixed on the front of her Fasbinder Face
Was the type of smile that only a rather dull child
Could have drawn while escaping
A graveyard in the moonlight. . . This weight thing's getting out of hand. I weigh 250. I've never been that heavy before. This time last year, I weighed about 225. June of last year, I weighed 210. My God, I've gotten ( Read more... )

So, I'm sitting here eating my cinnamon rolls. It's six-fifty-five. I've been up since half past five. I'm trying not to be as lazy these days ( Read more... )

They got Charles Darwin trapped out on highway five ( Read more... )

Still glaring from the city lights
Into paradise, I soar
Unable to come down
For reasons I ignore
Total confusion, disillusion
New things I know. . .

I'm half way to getting my room organized. No big deal.

I completed my exam in Creative Writing, and the magazine I did clocked in a fifty-seven pages, not counting the front and back covers. ( Read more... )

The ribbon 'round your neck
Against your skin that's pale as bone. . .
It is my favourite thing you've worn
The band is playing our song
And we won't go home. . .'til morn.Beautiful songs, short and sweet, play on the spinning hypnotist cycle that circles the bar. I'm sorry. I know. I've hurt. Sometimes, I think I should play doctor. Mend the ( Read more... )

I'll be that girl and you would be right over
If I were a field you would be in clover
If I were the sun, you would be in shadow
If I had a gun, there'd be tomorrow. . . "Ah, fuck it." The basic premise of a generation presented in three little words. That's what I said when the poem came up missing. It was laying on the desk in my grandmother's ( Read more... )