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Name: Megan
Gender: Female
Interests: Christopher, Photography, Dogs
Expertise: photography/ dog wrangling
Occupation: Dog Warngler @ Gratful Dogs
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Member Since:
7/20/2006
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| -Inherited Scars-
[Verse One]
I didn't tell anyone about what I seen or heard that day amongst the words still
I'm scared to plant ideas into your head while your rebellious side is fertile
Hurdles are getting knocked down
I'm running a losing race
Your legs aren't the only ones marked up - how many dreams have you chased?
If I could have said this to your face maybe you wouldn't have to write like I do,
Except I use paper instead of my body now; it's something you might want to try too
From haikus to horror stories, it's something in our blood that we share,
Something in our blood that appears on the surface of our skin when we bring it there
My facial expression said I didn't care
Hate and aggression must've made an impression on the little kid who stared,
Sitting on stairs when I would bother to bring my skates
My feeble attempt at being a strong, big brother doing father figure 8's
Ripping my cape on the ground that it dragged on
Tripping on fate and hearing the sounds of a sad song
Listen, it's great sharing time now that dad's gone,
But what's with the choice of words?
Or the body parts that you decided to tag them on?
I'm a vagabond, who moved to modern day Babylon and then back again
With minimal contact and you know I can't ask your mom what's happening
You've got such beautiful gifts What are you doing ruining the packaging?
How ironic come to think I probably put this ink on my back for him
I want you to laugh and sing more,
But you dropped anchor in a place
where dreams go to die and you're keeping your ass indoors
I'm asking for you to stick it out and see things through
You're asking for me to zip my mouth and keep it just between me and you
[Chorus]
If I could have been there from the beginning if I could be there right now
if I could promise to be there when you need me, would it raise an eyebrow?
How would your body be different if I still dropped by for visits?
Is it my place to put a smile on your face?
Could I erase your body language telling you its all been said before?
Or change the words you wrote, exchanging your scars for my metaphors?
I'd add them to my collection while smiling
Next time you want to paint with razor blades and need a canvas use my skin
[Verse Two]
Hiding your sins well, but I see the hell that your limbs speak
Tongue in cheek Lying awake in bed while other kids sleep
The strength of evil begins to keep your grins weak
No matter the length of the needle
marking up one's body is so much more than skin deep
Feel the pin prick The grim reap what they sew and you're trained to say that you're fine
Your threshhold for pain is greater than mine
So I'm waiting in the lines that you give me patiently,
While you get cut in the lines that THEY make YOU wait inin ways that they can't see
If there's a vacancy as far as room in your life goes,
say it to me But don't do it with a knife under your clothes
Because the anguish of hidden skin is letting my ghosts be shown
Plus the language its written in hits especially close to home
I'm most alone when I'm out of touch with the people who feel this type of pain
You might just aim for a day that its raining to strike a vein to take my name in
Changing your uniform and altering your mind set
Has your pointer finger decided if it was a fault of his or mine yet?I bet
I know the dialect It's nowhere I haven't been before
With skin that's sore Battle scars that rise from our inner war
Are decorative medals of honor that our father decided to pass through inheritance
And it is repetitive when the kids head in the direction of evidence
proving the pain and hurt is relative
All this pain and hurt is relative...
- Sage Francis
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| So, i've done something incredibly stupid.... I've gotten my hopes up.
Theres is this apartment that I've fallen in love with. I've never seen it, and it's in a relatively shady part of Hawthorne... Sounds enticing, no? I love it because this apartment could be the answer to what I've been asking anyone and anything for, for the past two years. My chance to see Christopher daily. Not every few months when we get the chance. No, I'm talking about waking up with him. Making coffee and hearing him still snoring in the other room. Getting off work after a perticularly hard day and being able to sit on the couch with him and tell him about it while we watch family guy dvds. I'm talking about walking into a room and knowing he's been there because it smells like him, and his tooth brush is next to mine... that kind of stuff... I've been waiting so patiently for that feeling to come along and linger for a bit.
Anyway, I don't think this apartment is going to happen. No one seems sure enough about it but me. I have complete faith that everything would work itself out. And even if we have to scrape along for a little while, that would be ok with me because I would get to look at him while we have conversations. It doesn't take much to make me happy... presence is enough.
"I'm thinking it's a sign that the freckles in our eyes are mirror images, and when we kiss they're perfectly alligned." | | |
| "It's been some time since we last spoke
This is gonna sound like a bad joke
But momma I fell in love again
It's safe to say I have a new girlfriend
And I know it sounds so old
But cupid got me in a chokehold
And I'm afraid I might give in
Towels on the mat my white flag is wavin'
I mean she even cooks me pancakes
And Alka Seltzer when my tummy aches
If that ain't love then I don't know what love is
We even got a secret handshake
And she loves the music that my band makes
I know I'm young but if I had to choose her or the sun
I'd be one nocturnal son of a gun.
*~*~*~*~*
It's been awhile since we talked last and I'm tryin' hard not to talk fast
But dad I'm finally thinkin' I may have found the one
Type of girl that will make you way proud of your son
And I know you heard the last song about the girls that didn't last long
But I promise this is on a whole new plane
I can tell by the way she says my name (ba ba da da)
I love it when she calls my phone
She even got her very own ringtone
If that ain't love then I don't know what love is (ba ba da da)
It's gonna be a long drive home but I know as soon as I arrive home
And I open the door take off my coat and throw my bag on the floor
She'll be back into my arms once more for sure
*~*~*~*~*
She's got a smile that would make the most senile
Annoying old man bite his tongue
I'm not done
She's got eyes comparable to sunrise
And it doesn't stop there
Man I swear
She's got porcelain skin of course she's a ten
And now she's even got her own song
But movin' on
She's got the cutest laugh I ever heard
And we can be on the phone for three hours
Not sayin' one word
And I would still cherish every moment
And when I start to build my future she's the main component
Call it dumb call it luck call it love or whatever you call it but
Everywhere I go I keep her picture in my wallet like here"
-Gym Class Heroes
This song makes me cry and want to jump on a plane to Oregon and never come home. | | |
| ... Until I can relax and actually be content with everything...
Erin is back from ireland... I am severely jelous... but she brought be back a leprechaun, so how sad can I be? 
So, I really need to get back to school... I'm getting bored and apathetic all over again.
Anyone wanna move out with me to Santa Monica, or somewhere in the vacinity? C'mon Ray... Aly? You know you waaanna!!
Alright, I gotta go to work...
"Put my picture on the wall for all to see, when you want it done right then call on me. guarenteed to come tight and flawlessly. Employee of the year, ain't nobody as raw as me!" | | |
| We didn't do much today. Just went out to dinner at The Admiral Risty. Ok day for him I guess. He wanted to go fishing off his kayak this morning, but the weather has been too weird to trust the ocean. The thunder this morning scared the crap out of me. I was in the living room and the tv turned off and turned back on on it's own, then I heard the loudest thunder I have ever heard in my life. It sounded like someone was banging trashcan lids right next to me. Scary... It's the appocolypse.... I never got to travel around the world with christopher.. I never got to have a photo published.... I never got to own a Great Dane named Cook.... Weird the things you think about when you're about to die
I'm gonna have breakfast with my mom and Chris's mom tomorrow
Countdown to Christopher: 16 days
"I've never had a dream in my life, because a dream is what you want to do and still haven't pursued. I knew what I wanted and I did it till it was done, so I've been the dream I wanted to be since day one" 'No Regrets' -Aesop Rock | | |
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