Only 3 more days?!Hope that everyone from uni has a great christmas, and anyone reading this too.
I get to see my dogs again, thats what I'm looking forward to the most really.
Duel of the non-mundaneThere is a man who has a secret, the flow of electricity, he can keep it, fighting crime is his only respite, but in this battle he's getting desperate.Duel of the non-mundane
I wouldn't call this lame but then I wouldn't call this normal, Electric man and bus square up for something quite informal, Generating some electrons, make his allies plural, bus couldn't care less, he just follows his timetable.
Power of electrons, over power of a bus, who will win and do we care? this whole thing is such a bust.
Electric man, he has a plan,
to anger that bus in
Song for Rory to try and play.Why don't you trust me at all? Is it because of the stupid things I did? Why don't you like me at all? Is it because I broke all those promises? Why don't you trust me at all? Is it because I shatterted your veil of faith? Why don't you trust me at all? Is it because I crushed your reality?Song for Rory to try and play.
Tell me, Is it another reason to hate me? Tell me,
Is it another reason to spite me?
Why don't you love me at all? Is it because I destroyed your tenative side? Why dont you love me at all? Is it because I told you told you to deny? Why
Song for massesWatch out for me i'm a mad man, I'll Destroy if i can, Watch out for me i'm a lunatic, I'll break you if i can.Song for masses
Crush them into dust, feed them into the machine, collapse them into squat, break them into pieces.
Squash them because im a mad man, I'll destroy you if i can, Squash them if you are a lunatic, I'll break you if i can,
Flatten them into nothing, turn them into dust ruin them for ancient people, crush them into dust.
Break the hearts of the hopeful, break the hearts of the weak, break the hearts of
Approaching homeSeeing all those faces there, standing in a line in a familiar scene, no other sight can compare, to those that always stay in my memory unfaded and brilliant as the day I met them.Approaching home
They wave from across the distance, and one foot in front of the other, whilst Im awash in waves of reminiscence, of the figures that slowly come into focus as I approach home once more, slowly.
The tall one just a joker at heart, the short one indignant but cheerful, the one hard at work, on his part, the normal one, crazy but helpful,
the sophisticated one, a
dingdongding dong the witch is dead or so i heard. so where are my ruby slippers?dingdong
wave of wand and i feel safe but it's not long before im dreaming away from kansas.
old aunt Em
has work for me but i cant sweep this yellow-brick road im on.
i want to be smart and make her pleased but strong tin arms have my sense in a headlock.
if i click my heels will i go home or am i trapped in munchkinland forever?
| And yep, thats a poor rendition of me writing, despite typing it straight into the pc when I actually do write something and so making the whole thing a little ironic. Well, stay a while and read if you like.  |
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Bali-Lali is so please to meet you...
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Bali-Lali is so please to meet you...
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"forgiveness the the scent that the violet leaves on the heel that crushes it..." _ Mark Twain
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I <3 Physics. And yea, I know how sad that is...
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I <3 Physics. And yea, I know how sad that is...
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I <3 Physics. And yea, I know how sad that is...
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I <3 Physics. And yea, I know how sad that is...
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