wow

my life has changed in only 5 days. hehe wow wow wow

Love is Blindness

Love is blindness
I dont want to see
Wont you wrap the night
Around me
Take my heart
Love is blindness


In a parked car
In a crowded street
You see your love
Made complete

Thread is ripping
The knot is slipping
Love is blindnessLove is clockworks
And cold steel
Fingers to numb to feel
Squeeze the handle
Blow out the candle
Love is blindness

Love is blindness
I dont want to see
Wont you wrap the night
Around me
Oh my love
Blindness

A little death
Without mourning
No call
And no warning
Baby...a dangerous idea
That almost makes sense

Love is drowning
In a deep well
All the secrets
And no one to tell
Take the money
Honey
Blindness

Love is blindness
I dont want to see
Wont you wrap the night
Around me
Oh my love
Blindness.

My life

is a shooting star

Really how can we know?

how can i be so stupidly weird! ignore that last post i was just babbling about nothin

Really how can we know?

Maybe

A lifetime is a moment
the moment we are in just now
because we can't control anything except what we are doing just this moment
so maybe
we are just grains of sand spinning around in the universe
and every moment we collide with a senario and all that we remember is artificial
so maybe in the next moment i'll be driving a cab in Cairo
shooting a guy in Queens
or dancing with my dog to Dixie Chicks
really how can we know

Clementine(i thought it was appropriate, love the new name. geez kendra you like the elements alot moon sun lade da)

If tomorrow's sun doesn't shine

If no creatures stir in the morning time

If the clouds go still in the sky

And the days roll in and pass us by

I will ride your elevator

We'll stay out 'til it is later

If tomorrow's sun doesn't shine

At least I'll have my Clementine


If tomorrow's moon doesn't show

If our dreams go lost in the winter snow

And the flowers wither and die

And the waterfalls go low and dry

Will you meet me in the garden

We'll say 'please' and 'beg your pardon'

If tomorrow's sun doesn't shine

At least I'll have my Clementine


There's a place that nobody knows

There's a packing up of a summer clothes

In the lazy days of my mind

You've always been my Clementine

Clementine

tragedy

where civil blood makes civil hands unclean

Good Idea?

changed the title because were are all here to help each other and i think the quote basically covers the meaning of this blog. Were are here to help each other. This is like a sisterhood and we may not have pants and the necklace may not be working but we still have this blog.

Alon the detective

losers beware

FYI:

i have discovered the magic of the away message.

a forgotten dream

i got the baguette

i got the dress but it's black not red

a polka dotted umbrella

i have many names

Miss Way

Fly Away

on clouds and sky

and liberation

Release you inner Savage

stand on the table
eat dinner with out a fork
run around in your underwear.
wrestle to the ground the attacking beast
(AKA your dog)
And fight someone to the death

I feel happy again.

it was all the brownies.

I am disliking my life. and I am miserable because I'm jealous of a stupid person who was just kidding in the first place and my butt still hurts from

falling on the stairs and I.... don't get it. why am I so obsessed?? two years now!! am I turning into Steven?

I love my life. Because I know that my name is Alison. And I have a camera.

aaaahhhh happiness

I am so content and peaceful.
Laughter at break.
IM conversations.
Stolen wallets.
And fuming hot glue guns.
It all equals....
joy

muse

Hello, Muse...
Both me and my friend tiffany have had a subscripotion to you mag for the last 2 years. Before u think we wanted 2 get Muse, u should know that for both of us it was a present from our grandmothers. yeah, i guess you've had a few interesting articles, but the rest r soooo nerdy! I hate 2 break it 2 u, but have 2 know, u guys r NERDS! For ex., that article on vitamins affectig ur skin color was sooo nerdy. Of course didn't read it because it looked sooo boring, but i saw that weird pic o fthe girls AND boys standing around some green thing in their granny underwear! HOw much money did u pay them 2 stand around half0naked in front of the opposite sex and put the pic in a mag thatis read by every nerd in the country? Not 2 mention every popular 12 year old with a grandma that actually thinks we'd LIKE this magazine. YOu bother us. Nerds bother us. Nerds like u. We r not nerds and we will not let ur mag threaten our social status. WHy don't u put in an article about coco chanel or Carolina herrera, if u kno who they are. oh yeah, don't put this in ur little "fan mail place" or whatever. ur readers should know how damaging this could be 2 their socila lives.

Your Saviors,
Tiffany C. and Laney R.
love ya... not

the answer

and here it is:
not at all.
though i do wonder what happened to it. last i heard ryan was the one but i dunno. it's almost been a year now.
still it's not pink in the least bit, not if i remember right. though it was late at night

blurb

wow! I haven't posted in FOR-EV-ER! And this isn't even a very exciting post, i just wanted 2 say that i think the previous blurb we had under our title was better and u can add the new one in there somewhere but i just liked the last one. so yeah, there's my post, but maybe i'll try 2 post more.

ugh

i had a breakdown yesterday.

i decided i hated highschool. i can't decide if the decision carries over to today.

ugh

to Kendra! and beyond!!

Je vais employer la méthode scientifique pour résoudre ce problème. Mon hypothèse est que Kendra parle en français. Voyons si elle répond. J'ai traduit son entrée en anglais mais il ne m'a semblé aucun raisonnable puisqu'il parlait de quelque chose très hors de ma gamme de la connaissance. Ainsi, merci biologie.

I Don't Know You

Sur le Livre des Amours de Pierre de Ronsard
Jadis plus d'un amant, aux jardins de Bourgueil,A gravé plus d'un nom dans l'écorce qu'il ouvre,Et plus d'un coeur, sous l'or des hauts plafonds du Louvre,A l'éclair d'un sourire a tressailli d'orgueil.Qu'importe ? Rien n'a dit leur ivresse ou leur deuil.Ils gisent tout entiers entre quatre ais de rouvreEt nul n'a disputé, sous l'herbe qui les couvre,Leur inerte poussière à l'oubli du cercueil.Tout meurt. Marie, Hélène et toi, fière Cassandre,Vos beaux corps ne seraient qu'une insensible cendre- Les roses et les lys n'ont pas de lendemain -Si Ronsard, sur la Seine ou sur la blonde Loire,N'eût tressé pour vos fronts, d'une immortelle main,Aux myrtes de l'Amour le laurier de la Gloire.

peace

I wonder how long it will be before this sanctuary of free flowing thoughts gets discovered by the outside world. I love it here. No pressure on anyone and mutual love. It's amazing.

i'm in love

his names josh

hands and hair

I have a question. Do you think I could post a picture of some interesting people I saw on my trip?

-Guy who sat near my table in a Santa Fe bakery
-Lady who reminded me a lot of Starretta
-Boy who sat behind me on the plane back home (heh heh)

I am glad I have a dream called santa fe