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WOOOO ZACHARY ENGEL
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I used to write on livejournal...

ha. well.

now I am at my sister's house. with my seven nieces and nephews. celebrating christmas!

It's been a great day : )

I love my home. Especially when my family is close and spending the night and everything feels warm and cozy.

I miss Arpan, we don't talk enough anymore.
I miss LV, we don't talk enough anymore.
I shouldn't start a list because this one could go on forever.

I like getting to look back and pick out what has remained constant in my life and what I share with friends and family. Like Thrice, writing music, jokes, and drama...oh the drama. ha.

Merry Christmas everyone.

Current Music:
Thrice
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One day his covers will sound good, but his new stuff sounds better.
I don't like it when he sings and I don't.

Come on work for me work for me I don't ask for troubles.
I want it hard, but not too easy because I will be the champion of harder things.

You know his art is so pretty, like water and rainbows.
I don't want to make you wait, but I will for now.

It's simple to make it. Make it, it's simple.
Under your covers you're alone at night.

He owns your tongue for now,
Not mine.

I will sound.

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Words so trite and everthing I've always felt gets interrupted less and less by what is new and makes me shake, like leaves in rain so sparatic it suprises the air it falls through.
Air, I am so soft like blades of grass and the man being held against the wall of an alley trying to get home to his sweetheart.
The aged men and women so evolved in their thinking make those following their tracks stumble and unable to keep their steps consistent. And when they write, it seems as though each word should turn gold as it is finished on paper.
What am I supposed to think of myself: speech seeming frail, why bother to move?
Can I reach through your skin? I'll keep the rhythm of your heart with the muscles in my hand.
Someday I'll be enough to mean everything.
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Freewritespillofwords

I want the stars to fall like rain.
Have their trails freeze, skinny white mists
that illuminate the world underneath the spouts.
Along with stars the night sky should shift as a rolling ocean should.
Underneath a dark glow of heaven the sky should ripple and wave above our heads.

Aside from sky and specks,
It all should reflect in the one girl's eye.
She should make beautiful, yourself, to her.

Always shifting and rolling she should watch,
and until she sleeps, reflect all beauty.

A sky, a star, shift and stay the same.

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allie smells

really good

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Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting December is the tits. I wish for snow when I get home. I wish for a Merry Christmas.
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Listen to me now. I don't know what I can say. I've said it all. I'm in, all in, and you know it.
You only call when you're low. You use and abuse the fact that I still care about you more
than I know what do to about. I can't stand your cold heart. I wish you would just look at
what you do. I can't deal with all of this again, I won't be a pawn and I won't be a toy for you.

Slow dancing in a burning room.

I would die just to get back what I give to you.

Don't you think I oughta know by know, don't you think I should have learned somehow.

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POST CAROLYN POST!!!!!!!
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sometime between 6pm and 2am i'll be playng at the holiday club on 4000 n. sheridan road in illinois. come.
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We could talk this over. I can't keep my hands to myself. Let's never, let's never, let's never, let's never talk about this. Because it's becoming unavoidably clear that no no, you don't have it in you.
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I think i can...I think i can...I think i can...I think i can...I think i can...I think i can
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I'm a dirty slut. Feasting on little demons crawling through internet webspace. All the fucking bytes and pixels suck a lot because they don't feel. and cant make you feel. you can read them. but they're just words written quick. always quick. everything quick. nothing takes it's time, nor is prolonged for the sake of being savored. i hate you internet.
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I'm home! please hang out with me.
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Slumber, my darling, thy mother is near,
Guarding thy dreams from all terror and fear,
Sunlight has pass'd and the twilight has gone,
Slumber, my darling, the night's coming on.
Sweet visions attend thy sleep,
Fondest, dearest to me,
While others their revels keep,
I will watch over thee.

Slumber, my darling, the birds are at rest,
The wandering dews by the flow'rs are caressed,
Slumber, my darling, I'll wrap thee up warm,
And pray that the angels will shield thee from harm.

Slumber, my darling, till morn's blushing ray
Brings to the world the glad tidings of day;
Fill the dark void with thy dreamy delight--
Slumber, thy mother will guard thee tonight,
Thy pillow shall sacred be
From all outward alarms;
Thou, thou are the world to me
In thine innocent charms.

Slumber, my darling, the birds are at rest,
The wandering dews by the flow'rs are caressed,
Slumber, my darling, I'll wrap thee up warm,
And pray that the angels will shield thee from harm

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TWO new SONGS WWWWAHOOOOO YIPPPEEEEE just go here: champs
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blunt. it's the new cool.
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