DevID

I hear America singing...I hear America singing, the varied carols I hear; Variations on a theme - o beautiful for spacious skiesI hear America singing...
The cubicle dwelling, desk bound office worker
sings sings sings: nine to five, no sky, nothing Nothing above but gray ceiling tiles Sacrificing skies for the essential, the paycheck They trade time for the lessening dollar
The soldier sings sweating American blues, Songs of longing: oh, when will I see it again, when will I see The space of sky Im fighting so hard to keep free? (No accompaniment, save for the loud, spare percussion Of distant


"truth"The truth will set you free. The truth will set you free. what is truth?"truth"
My truth is that Im an insecure girl -
Only comfortable creating warm,
Uproarious laughter among friends
My truth is that Im ashamed of who Ive been and who I am But I invest every last glorious glistening
drop of hope In who Ive yet to become.
My truth is dust In the grooves o
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I want so badly to believe that there is truth and love is real.
And I want life in every word to the exstent that it's absurd.
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~scorsagra Love
... also, hi!
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[i]Hold me closer, Tony Danza!
Count the headlice on the highwayyyyy
La de dah le, she's in the blenderrrrr
You had a bath today, todayyyy yay![/i]
~quadr0phenic515
Why 'allo there! <3
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OMFGZ.
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