"Sometimes Nothin' Can Be a Real Cool Hand"
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it could get stopped... It used to get locked way back when
-Liam
"Sometimes Nothin' Can Be a Real Cool Hand"
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sweet blasphemy my giving tree
it hasn't rained in years
i bring to you this sacrificial offering of virgin ears
leave it to me i remain free from all the comforts of home
and where that is i'm pleased as piss to say
i'll never really know
"Sometimes Nothin' Can Be a Real Cool Hand"
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Yeah, I would like to restate I am the reason the first one of these got locked. Let me tell you, there's nothing better than a self-absorbed bitch breaking up with you over the internet. It's a beautiful thing, especially when she starts dating you again two weeks later, then rips your heart out. Ahhh, love is such a beautiful thing.
I faced death. I went in with my arms swinging. But I heard my own breath and had to face that I'm still living. I'm still flesh. I hold on to awful feelings. I'm not dead... My chest still draws breath. I hold it. I'm buoyant. There's no end.
sweet blasphemy my giving tree
it hasn't rained in years
i bring to you this sacrificial offering of virgin ears
leave it to me i remain free from all the comforts of home
and where that is i'm pleased as piss to say
i'll never really know
I am single-handedly the reason half of the locked threads on this board are locked.
I faced death. I went in with my arms swinging. But I heard my own breath and had to face that I'm still living. I'm still flesh. I hold on to awful feelings. I'm not dead... My chest still draws breath. I hold it. I'm buoyant. There's no end.
"Sometimes Nothin' Can Be a Real Cool Hand"
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A really great friend of mine is going through a period of incredibly low self-esteem, we had a not too pleasant msn conversation last night, in which I'm pretty sure I managed to make an ass of myself despite having the best intentions. Yes, this is a female friend Anyway, to make up for this, I sent her an e-card today that said "wishing for peace in your heart", accompanied by some sappy midi music, and under it I added lyrics from Jimmy Eat World's The Middle, which is a song of meaning to her... and now I'm worried I've managed to further make an ass of myself. Was this a stupid thing to do, or a nice gesture?? Ack!
Just because I am sexy, naked, a bassist, and sporting a top hat doesn't make me Duncan Coutts!
Meh, I have lovely news. It looks like me going to my 15th funeral in a little over 4 years is an imminent thing....My great aunt has had cancer for a long time now, leukimia to be exact. Well, the cancer has been spreading throughout her body, and it's now in her brain. She's went from being the nicest person I ever knew to being completely lost just two months ago when I went to her birthday party. Apparently now she has become violent and is trying to pick fights with her daughters, and honestly, I am worried. I really like her and I don't think I can handle going to her funeral. Ahhh why can't I just have a normal, healthy family?
I faced death. I went in with my arms swinging. But I heard my own breath and had to face that I'm still living. I'm still flesh. I hold on to awful feelings. I'm not dead... My chest still draws breath. I hold it. I'm buoyant. There's no end.