I'll leave the eloquent words to the more dedicated.
Two words: Yip cabbage.
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In 77 and 69 revolution was in the air/I was born too late/To a world that doesn't care/Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair/When record shops were still on top/And vinyl was all that they stocked/And the super info highway was still drifting out in space/Kids were wearing hand me downs/And playing games meant kick around/And footballers still had long hair and dirt across their face
About Me
- Becky
- Wisconsin, United States
- My ten favorite things: dark chocolate, my sisters, my dogs, blankets, Target, harry potter, the beatles, fruit, laughter, books
Latest Lyrics
If you have a broken heart or a battered soul/Find something to hold on to or to let go/To help you through the hard nights like a flask filled with hope/Darlin' do not fear what you don't really know/Cause it won't last/Worries will pass/All your troubles they don't stand a chance/And it always hurts the worst when it's the ones we love the most/Darlin' do not fear what you don't really know/Sometimes your path in marked in the sky/Sometimes you're forced to fit in between the lines/Sometimes all that you can do is say no/Darlin' do not fear what you don't really know
Books Read in 2009
- Requiem for a Dream-Hubert Selby, Jr.
- Harry, A History-Melissa Anelli
- A Long Way Gone: Memoirs of a Boy Soldier-Ishmael Beah
- I Am the Messenger-Markus Zusak
- The Book Thief-Markus Zusak
Current Contemplation
Sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think, 'I'm not going to make it,' but you laugh inside remembering all the times you've felt that way.
We are bits of stellar matter that got cold by accident, bit of star gone wrong.
The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion.
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