My lungs are filled with chains
on Tuesday, Mar. 04, 2003 at 6:46 p.m.

I have always wanted the T shirt that says-"boys are stupid, throw rocks at them" hahaha and now I found the diary ring! how cool!

not much else has happened latley.

thinking about dying a thousand deaths and starting over again.

reading jin carrol puts me in the oddest moods.

Brenda and I went to Celeste's house last night, and I sat there while Brenda braided celeste's hair, not real exciting.

I wish I could bottle up Celeste's thought's, and sell them. So when you opened the bottle, vapor's of interesting but odd, strange chatter would dance through the room like glitter fairies casting spells of light happiness.

A song by the jim Carroll band-

The gravity here is just sick for revenge

It's like my lungs are filled with chains . . .

The sky seems so low,

It hasn't moved this slow

Since the virgins, since the virgins went dancing for the rain

You know the stars in the night

They're like the holes in the cave

Like the ceiling of a bombed-out church

But gravity blocks my screams

It's like an enemy's dreams

My guardians quit

They quit before they started their search

Refrain:

I want a world without gravity

It could be just what I need

I'd watch the stars move close

I'd watch the earth recede

I wanna drift above the borders against my will

I wanna sleep where the angels don't pass

But now my lips are blue

Gravity does it to you

It's like they're pressed against a mirrored glass

I want my will and capability to meet inside the region

Where this gravity don't mean a thing

It's where the angels break through . . .

It's where they bring it to you

It's where silence, silence can teach me to sing

Repeat Refrain 2 times

I wanna lay beneath these sheets and never turn blue

I wanna hold you, hold you tight but never touch

I want some pure, pure white; hey, we can nod all night

We can do it without thinking too much

I want the dilettantes and parvenues to choke on my wrists

They think the pearls I wear are pills

I want their gravity to shatter . . . but it really doesn't matter

I got something in my eye that kills! next -- previous DISCLAIMER

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