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Wednesday, June 29, 2005

What is it about my blog?

I've been asked this question innumerable times by Voldemort.

I've been seriously contemplating on closing down this blog. I don't see any point for this anymore. The angry-psychotic-skank-contaminating-the-serene-blog universe-episode left me with that not-so-welcomed guilt. My brutal frankness and honesty has affected my closest blogger friends [except for Mar-dee-kay who was practically dangling a huge lambchop to that piranha to go terrorize his blog].

I love my friends. I don't want them hurt. I wouldn't have written that derogatory post if that angry psychotic skank did not start going around my friends' blogs spreading her disease. The post I think is pointless, anyway, because the angry psychotic skank didn't understand practically every word. If and when I do get to meet her, I'll gladly introduce her to my good ol' pal, Dictionary.

Now, there is this lingering atmosphere of discretion in my blog. Much as I would like to bare my soul as I have been doing, I do not want to upset any more closed-minded people and it makes me uncomfortable. For two days, I've typed and deleted my abstract self. It's soooo... not me.

But then, by the time I click on publish, I'm certain I would've made up my mind. If you stick around for a few more days, you just might know what my decision is.


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*.* as if! @ 5:52:00 PM • • RBJ

 


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sleeps with butterflies ~ tori amos



Airplanes take you away again
Are you flying
Above where we live?
Then I look up a glare in my eyes
Are you having regrets about last night?
I'm not but I like rivers that rush in
So then I dove in
Is there trouble ahead
For you the acrobat?
I won't push you unless you have a net


You say the word
You know I will find you
Or if you need some time
I don't mind
I don't hold on
To the tail of your kite
I'm not like the girls that you've known
But I believe I'm worth coming home to
Kiss away night
This girl only sleeps with butterflies
With butterflies
So go on and fly then boy


Balloons
Look good from on the ground
I fear with pins and needles around
We may fall then stumble
Upon a carousel
It could take us anywhere

You say the word
You know I will find you
Or if you need some time
I don't mind
I don't hold on
To the tail of your kite
I'm not like the girls that you've known
But I believe I'm worth coming home to
Kiss away night
This girl, this girl

You say the word
You know I will find you
Or if you need some time
I don't mind
I don't hold on
To the tail of your kite
I'm not like the girls that you've known
But I believe I'm worth coming home to
Kiss away night
This girl only sleeps with butterflies
With butterflies
With butterflies
So go on and fly boy


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