Ok so due to a miss comunication between markos brain and his keyboard, turns out the "Lennon" that my namesake shot wasnt the infamous communist after all but John Lennon the famous Beetle member. So..guess im shouldnt be super proud -.- ah well.
weird. I've searched my whole name before and apparently I was Brigham Young's frist wife. ;/ have fun with all your travels! hopefully see you at Lectures! :)
WEIRD! But maybe I'm out to get you too! You'll never know cuz I haven't written any songs! :)If we go to lectures, I guess you'll find out, and if not, you'll have to wait until homeschool camp! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! :)
You gave me the idea to search my name, nothing came up for my full name but, after I took out my middle name, wow, I live in a small world :), within the first 50 results 2 came back to pleo, one was about me!, and, supposedly I died in the UK a few years ago!!! weird :)
"I did what i did because if i didnt do it, it would have gotten done, and i might add that not doing it would have been a lot worse then doing it badly which i wasnt about to do."
The man in the mirror stares back at you..daring you to stop breathing. Would the man in the mirror also die if your heart suddenly ceased its beating? Who can stop the wondering mind, or honestly say hes found peace of mind when even the windchimes have lost their rhyme? Gaze out the window as time rolls by, the clock on the wall never ceases its cry. Your eyes glaze over as decisions become memories...and memories become visions...and visions become eyes. Eyes on the walls and eyes on the floor reminding you of past choices, both the good and the poor. You lash back at the eyes, screaming 'no more' but the eyes just stare through you, right to your core. There being no solice from this test of spirit and might, your only hope is to live not by day but by night. Now the eyes cannot see you, could it be that your winning the fight? Living in shadows? Evading the light? But no there always the man in the mirror. Mocking your fears, making drink of your tears...the imp in yourself that dances just beyond reach..your dark side, your yin's yang, your minds leech. He gazes back at you, mimicing your visage. Yet corrupting your thoughts..your intent...even your image. Perhaps its just your head, playing tricks on your mind, or maybe its fates hand who rarely is kind. But regardless of willpower, strength or demeanor...one day you must gaze back into the mirror.
So many things to comment on. like the fact that you must have copied and pasted this because most of it's spelled right (if not all of it) and it's a bit ...weird? Is it just me or do other people enjoy reading about dying?
..See the animal in his cage that you built,
are you sure what side you're on?
better not look him too closely in the eye...
are you sure what side of the glass you're on?
see the safety of the life you have built?
everything where it belongs...
feel the hollowness inside of your heart
and it's all right where it belongs...
what if everything around you isn't quite as it seems?
what if all the world you think you know is an elaborate dream?
and if you look at your reflection, is that all you want to be?
what if you could look right through the cracks?
would you find yourself... find yourself afraid to see?
what if all the world's inside of your head?
just creations of your own...
your devils and your gods and the living and the dead
and you really are alone
you can live in this illusion
you can choose to believe
you keep looking but you can't find words
are you hiding in the trees?
what if everything around you isn't quite as it seems?
*sticks out tongue* I will NOT read anything more about that horrid queen!! *shudders* The Once and Future King was ENOUGH for me...I will read the Prydaine (sp?) Chronincles though.
BLARGH! How dare you spam my blog!!! You are talking to the SLAP-HAPPY QUEEN here!! I am NOT a... arrgh...thou shalt be punished! The queen of slap-happy is angry!!
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