I'm back.
I've been back. Had a few new deviations up.
Just... Just not any new journals.
There you go.


No RegretsIn the eye of the storm, I'm the Rogue of Gomorra Daring to breath is like Giving into to torture Heart of iron Nerves of steel It's so dark in here It's hard to believe it's real, and In the alleys Rats chewing at my heels, tell ya' Man, sometimes I wish I couldn't even feel, and The fire rises The smoke is in the air It's so much like Hell I wish I could get out of here, andNo Regrets
No regrets
Well when you're working And the wage is low It's hard to have the strength To get up and go Well when I wake up


AnthemYou got portable DVDs You got iPods, I got CDs You live in mansions in the gated communities Tell me, what sucks so much about that?Anthem
Well they keep saying I'm not worth it That I'm just a lousy, good-for-nothing punk Well I don't care, I really don't care Why should I now? I've lived my life without any luck I don't want to hear you talk Hey you, why don't you shut up?
Gonna go against the mass opinion Gonna fight stereotypical discrimination We're gonna show you "lower-class" Gonna fight bigotted, biased idealisms Gonna keep on living in one big


EverlastingEverlasting (2005)Everlasting
In the morning light she sits at the windowsill Tracing spirals in the frost Down the road a blind man listens to a whippoorwill He knows the cost, he knows he's getting off easy All around the world the desperate souls sing Tomorrow will bring
Some sympathy, some ecstasy Some tragedy, some reverie Some anaesthesia Some melody, some symphony Some gloried place in history Some everlasting harmony
There's nothing here, she says Checking in the box again How did it get so empty? In the bar a deaf man sings a son


The Two Guitarists For as long as I can remember, our village had a fable uniquely its own. China speaks of dragons, and India has magical elephant-people; Africa likes its earth-sized snakes, and the northerners can keep their Thor and all that burly sort. We preferred our Two Guitarists. They were fables as much as all the others, but ours were special: plain, utterly human, and grotesquely average-sized. But more importantly, ours were genuinely real.The Two Guitarists
Twelve days after Erev Rosh Hashanah - or the day after Yom Kippur - the Two Guitarists would visit our village until the midnight of the


24 Aphorisms...XIV. My body is a labyrinth, Limbs upon limbs twisting; The crosshatching of head on heels. You step into me only to be lost Among the tangles of vessels gently Osculating my skin from the inside out With each passing pulse.24 Aphorisms...
XV. My body is overloaded- Sugar boiled down into venom and carbonated. You weren’t the first to cause
The calorie count to climb, And the culture never shuts up; Don’t fill the mouth to fill a void! How’s a lonely metabolism to react?
XVI. My body is a collage, Grab paint and dye and gloss over flaws
say hi?
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Fat people can do splits too.
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Fat people can do splits too.
I'm not even kidding. Thank you.
I have stories. *shifty eyes*
<33 Britt
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Teh Briiiita.
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I'll never see in myself, the things you see in me.
you better not have died.
or ill like
throw a fit
cause ya know
youre just that cool
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Its A Good Day To Die
Hopefully not cause like
who would i play 'personal questions' with??
Love,
Ahna
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Its A Good Day To Die
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