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The sharp end of what you say...

Name:
Brig
Birthdate:
13 June 1983
External Services:
  • birdybannon@livejournal.com
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I've kept this journal since October 2001. Talk about progression.



"Someone’s late. I’ll wait.
In time, time will show.
Someone’s cashed in. Chances are where chips fall.
Someone’s sunset is someone's moonrise.
Someone’s red lips speak to someone's blue eyes.
And some may run. And some know fear.
And some wade in a while and let the murky waters clear.
And some just smile.
Someone should go. He’s waiting on a kind hand.
Someone should say, "he's waiting in quicksand".
Someone’s less proud; a crowd surrounds a chalk line.
Someone’s too loud. Sermons save their blood wine.
And some may hope. And some may pray.
And some talk trash. Let the talkers have their day.
And some fuck scared, and some suck sad.
And some see their station staying still and going mad.
And some just smile.
Someone makes love. Love makes someone.
Someone gives love. Someone takes none.
And some may pass. And some may hold.
And some grow ageless while their body's growing old.
And they just smile. They just smile.
They just smile. They just smile."

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"I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence
So the days float through my eyes
But still the days seem the same
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They're quite aware of what they're going through
Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes
Turn and face the strange..."
~David Bowie


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