Looks like I'm here all alone... again
Sitting wond'ring why I pay your sins
But you know this time I will
And you know I'm always waiting for this
I have this small leather bound book
Running back to where you are
Doesn't matter just how far tomorrow seems
I'll always be holding on and on...
And on and on and on!
Well, it's not really leather bound...
Giving you my everything
Because I've fallen for you, for you
Just take my hand, together we'll be
In the circle we can dance
In the circle we can...
The covers are hard laquered wood...
Is it time for another whim on and on
Too confused to get annoyed with it
Is it me? Is it that I see you're disappearing
But you know I'm always waiting for this
... bound by a piece of leather
Running back you where you are
Never matter just how far your running
And everynight you're in a dream
Angel I'm wide awake
and in there I hide my most personal thoughts
Giving you my everything
Because I've fallen for you, for you
Just take my hand, together we'll be
In the circle we can dance,
In the circle we can...
In there I hide my secrets, the ones I'd never
I'll always be... holding on and on
(on and on)
EVER tell to another soul... well, maybe one
Giving you my everything
Because I've fallen for you, for you
Just take my hand, together we'll be
In the circle we can dance,
In the circle we hold hands,
You will always be my everything...
but I've been unable to see my fallen angel
--Swell 26's "Letters to Angel"
since the first time I saw him
Ah... reminiscing on an old favorite song from way back when. Sadly, this fantastic band has already broken up... a pity since they were quite promising.
for the B&N incident was just to trick my sis
The way that the song is written... I can't quite convey it. And it's brought up something I've been trying to for a while but couldn't identify just quite.
and to test her reaction to it.
Recently I've been dissatisfied with my artwork (thus the half-filled sketchbook I've had for almost two months) so I haven't been working on it much. Now I think I know why. I've been focusing entirely on subject matter which is very intimate... but it's been forever and a half since I've tried something epic.
And in that book I have I write my opinions
Which ties into the song above; it's a love song seemingly sweet from just the lyrics alone, but add the drums and guitar and the whole thing becomes one large opus weaving a story of pursuit of a lover. (and just to show how far it's influence has stretched, I was inspired to write "Streetlights at Supersonic Speed" after listening to this song for about two weeks non-stop)
Specifically of all my friends
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Half my book are observations and notes
My henna tattoos are starting to fade already. Apparently this type only lasts about a week... but strangely enough the sanskrit for Om is still rather dark. Hn?
on the mannerisms and history of my friends
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kind of like Jyl's brain book...
Why do people like calling me? Am I really so interesting?
but I'm smarter than actually bringing it to school
Barto, my friend from AZ, called today ("on my mom's cell so I don't have a big phone bill") and we talked... for about 4 hours. Nothing too indepth besides him revealing his crushes on two of his best friends, a hint at a boyfriend I had while we were still going to the same middle school (the boy in question is now a senior at his highschool... but he'll probably deny all that I've said), and me squealling whenever Jude Law was on the tv as sis and I watched "Wilde" on IFC.
And I really should start writing erotica again
And I just finished my homework for tomorrow about half an hour ago. Too many distractions with the movie, the call, Jude Law, emulator/ roms, getting dizzy from spinning in my swirlly chair, etc. Not to mention that I managed to see another episode of QAF (still plugging the DVD to anyone who'd want to buy it for me) (and if you do, get the US version not the UK one) and am seriously reconsidering the no-kids attitude I've had. Then again... I'm forgetting about all the times I'd probably have to scold mine if I ever had one. Blech.
before my pictures start to become pornographic
... this thing is unnecessarily long. I apologize.