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swtsexythng
SWTSEXYTHNG n.
/any way u wanna read it/
an online identity taken from a '97 hit
syn. ME
"MY BRAIN IS BIGGER THAN MY BOOBS!"
aries. coffee addict. single mom.
digs~snickers.junk foods.
blue roses.lines from dawson's creek.clothes.shoes.bags.accessories.
matched with style.and attitude.
loves~music.dialogues from films.
sparks.rowling.books.travels.sketching.
learning to cook.both life and food.
hopeless romantic.emotional spendthrift.
meantime girl.drama queen.
a little bit of everything.
a nonconformist who believes in
happy endings.jaded.hopeful.
contradicting.
has a conflicting love affair with words.
and human entanglements.
ODEO
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1st for 09 : just right
Sunday, March 22, 2009saw this from a friend’s blog… the lyrics can’t get any better…
Tasting you and rain i walk down to the train ,Try not to look down
This day could someday be an anniversary, Everything is light and sound
Facing forwards going slowly wait for you to show me
Where this train wants to go, Living by the hour i stopped for every flower
Everything is soft and slow, Now all these tastes improve
Through the view that comes with you, Like they handed me my life
For the first time it felt right, Thank you for making me see there’s a life in me
It was dying to get out,
Holding you we make two spoons beneath an april moon
Everything is soft and sweet, This cigarette it could seduce a nation with its smoke
Crawling down my tired throat, Scratches part of me that’s purring
Softly stirring, I’m captain of industry smoking famously
Feet up on the windowsill, Looking at all these trees i feel affinity with
Everything so soft and still-budding at my fingertips
Touching you i start to bloom, Alive with trains and passing ships
Soft and sweet upon your lips now, I go “oh wow”
Thank you for taking me from my monastary
I was dying to get out, With tears of gratitude
I like my latitude, A cross town train to you
Now all these tastes improve, Through the view that comes with you
Like they handed me my life, For the first time it felt worth it
Like i deserved it
-Sweet Avenue, Damien Rice
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