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i miss you guys. |
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| Ok sorry, day after, but I had to brag...
best thing about Sewanee (well, one of the best!): 12 dollar student tickets to the Chattanooga Opera. In the center orchestra section
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| Xanga is turning out to be kind of a high school thing. And I'm just not as witty as I used to be...
College is hard. And expensive. And filled with all sorts of people. But it's worth it.
I'll be home the weekend of October 6-8... get in touch! I'll be working most of the day Saturday and Sunday but it would still be nice to see people.
We made puppets today in my theatre class! |
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| You know what I love about Louise?
She won't let me pull my keys out of the ignition unless her gear is in "park".
This has saved me from rolling down many a hill. |
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floo·zy also floo·zie n. Slang pl. floo·zies
- A woman regarded as tawdry or sexually promiscuous.
[Origin unknown.]
It seems there's Mafia on the brain. For several reasons, it's the Italian mafia, with a bit of Irish mob thrown in to mix things up. Be afraid.
mystery the moon
a hole in the sky
a supernatural nightlight
so full but often right
a pair of eyes a closin' one
a chosen child of golden sun
a marble dog that chases cars
to farthest reaches of the beach and far beyond into the swimming sea of stars
The cosmic fish they love to kiss
they're giving birth to constellations
no riffs and oh no reservation
if they should fall you get a wish or dedication
may I suggest you get the best
for nothing less than you and I
let's take a chance as this romance is rising over before we lose the lighting
oh bella bella please
bella you beautiful luna
oh bella do you do
you are an illuminated anchor
that leads to infinite number
crashing waves and breaking thunder
tiding the evenflows of hunger
you're dancing naked there for me
you expose all memory
you make the most of boundary
you're the ghost of royalty imposing love
you are the queen and king combining everything
intertwining like a ring around the finger of a girl
I'm just a singer, you're the world
all I can bring you
is the language of a lover
bella luna, my beluna
how you swoon me like no other
may I suggest you get the best
of your wish may I insist
that no contest for little you or smaller i
a larger chance happened, all them they lie
on the rise, on the brink of our lives
bella please
bella you beautiful luna
oh bella do you do
bella luna, my fortuna
how you swoon me like no other, oh oh oh
oh mystery the moon
Does it even make sense? Does it even matter?
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