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[Feb. 22nd, 2008|01:33 pm] |
in response to wondering who what and why i am as of late:
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"
He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought—
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.
And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!
One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
"And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!"
He chortled in his joy.
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe. |
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[Nov. 9th, 2006|09:14 am] |
THIS IS A PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT
who knows someone that can bleach the shit out of the hairs on my head to the point that they are almost white?
im sick of this brassy blonde nonsense, its time to go all the way beyond platinum |
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[Oct. 16th, 2006|10:42 am] |
When Jenny isnt running her family, shes running her band. Neither one could exist without her. When The Disasters, a huge punk band from Los Angeles, blow through, they offer Jenny and her band a way out of their poor excuse for a town. Jenny cant imagine leaving her Mom and sisters behind, but with the guitar player, who just happens to be the love of her life, threatening to leave without her, Jenny must finally decide what might make her happy.
A short film written and directed by Beau Yarrow, produced by Ryan Ganimian, cinematography by Adam McDaid, edited by Bartholomew Burcham
starring: Juliet Bradford, Tyler Bosserman, Sarah Ramos, Alexis Raich, Shauna Bloom, Jenny Angellilo, Brandon Werts, Darcy Smash, and Richie Slick
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[Mar. 28th, 2005|11:31 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  crushed | ] |
| [ | music |
| | tom waits | ] |
Well the sun came in my window Wednesday morning
And your love was like the golden rays again
Now I'm lying here on a Thursday, and you're lovin someone new
And it looks like I'm up shit creek again
And I can't help thinking of your lovin ways
And I cried a quart of tears since you've been gone
And I can't face the morning by myself love
And it looks like I'm up shit creek again
Since you've been gone, I cry all the time
And I cannot stand leavin you behind
So I'll pull myself together, And I'll dry away my tears
But the morning light has brought back memories
And I can't face the morning by myself love
And it looks like I'm up shit creek again
So I'm out a walkin on this dusty highway
Cause you've given me no reason for to stay
And I'll walk until I've found someone who loves me not in vain
And it looks like I'm up shit creek again
And it looks like I'm up shit creek again
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