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cheerful Justify denials and grip 'em to the lonesome end.
Saturn ascends, comes round again.
Saturn ascends, the one, the ten. Ignorant to the damage done.
Wear the grudge like a crown of negativity.
Calculate what we will or will not tolerate.
Desperate to control all and everything.
Unable to forgive your scarlet lettermen.
Wear the grudge like a crown. Desperate to control.
Unable to forgive. And we're sinking deeper.
Defining, confining, controlling, and we're sinking deeper.
david has showed me some of the best music i have ever experienced. he keeps me content with a fresh supply of cutting edge music. music with never ceases to do anything short of amaze me.
I feel really connected with my family lately and the personal identity that it gives me. I would say that my current relationship with every single member of my family, including my cousins Leslie Paul and Kev is more fulfilling than it has ever been before.
of course there still many,many things i desire. i made an improv list of things that i want to try before this year of my life is over, the year being over as of the begining of fall classes in 2006. I would also really like to "expand my horizons" (haha) by grooving on vacation somewhere off this continent this year. If not, having some sort of timeshare/rented house/apartment over the summer/some part of the summer at the jersey shore would be excellent. its an opportunity to be a beach bug for an extended period of time and to invite friends and my dearest cousins down to party it up. morphing into a casual member of that scummy jersey shore crowd would help to make my life a little bit more complete. I'll have to be well versed in my shore edicate etiquette since im not sporting a bellybutten ring and a *mark-of-the-ho.
its just about nip/tuck time and so on that note a fitting lyrical quote:
Give me a drug so I can make seven babies
Pump my breasts up, can you suck the fat up
Please make my life appear
like ain't no such thing as bad luck
My, nose ain't right
Like I need a new one
Just take your pick, a yellow red
A black or a blue one
Virtual reality, virtual, BULLSHIT
Synthesizer preachers can reach you
up in the pulpit
*the phrase a certain rap artist uses to describe a tattoo on the small of a chic's back
