The Moving Finger writes, and having writ,
Moves on: nor all your Piety nor Wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a line,
Nor all your tears wash out a Word of it.

The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam - Quattrain 71.

Saturday, August 21, 2004

everybody cries they say
everybody lies
everybody breathes they say
and everybody dies
but somehow that seems strange to me
that we should all believe
so completely what is given us
shoved in our faces.

can you breath?
for i feel "them" pressing down on me
their weight upon my spine
it crushes me and makes me small
and their rules,
they break my mind :(
she will be loved :)


Wouldn't it be nice if we were older?
Then we wouldn't have to wait so long.
And wouldn't it be nice to live together
In the kind of world where we belong
You know it's gonna make it that much
we can say goodnight and stay together
Wouldn't it be nice if we could wake up
In the morning when the day is new
And after having spent the day together
Hold each other close the whole night through
Happy times together we've been spending
I wish that every kiss was never ending
Wouldn't it be nice
Maybe if we think and wish and hope and pray
It might come true
Baby then there wouldn't be a single thing we couldn't do
We could be married
And then we'd be happy
Wouldn't it be nice
You know it seems the more we talk about it
It only makes it worse to live without it
But let's talk about it
Wouldn't it be nice
Good night baby
Sleep tight baby :)

Wednesday, August 18, 2004

cant believe you're dead.
its all my fault.
i should have taken note of the signs.
i should have shown more concern
how could i have been so blind
its all my fault
what can i say
im so sorry ):

Puzzle Bobble