Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice at the church where a wedding has been,
Lives in a dream...
Sits by the window, wearing a face that she keeps in a jar by the door,
Who is it for????
I'm so a Eleanor Rigby, wish it was my name, instead of after-dinner wine and an eye-color. It's true, I'm name after an after-dinner wine, brandy. My parents must of put the lime in the COCO-NUT, too much. As always, I never get my way.
The whispers of my dreams are weird to you, good to me. It always shows a kiss goodbye with a twisted shell. And Hands stained red...As rice grains and roses fall at my feet...
How do i dream of cheap champagne, too? You can never tell with dreams, I'm afraid.
My favorite Song, Ultra Blue by Thrice. You should Listen to it! =)
Unabashedly pursue,
the Truth that we cannot deny
A revelation shining through,
orchestration Adonai
A revolution ultra-blue,
and a melodic battle cry
And though you say there'll be no coup,
we'll never know unless we
Try to see it through,
and find a different point of view,
one where faith is not taboo
And we'll all learn to see the world as new
Sometimes a belief held true,
is proved to be an outright lie
But it seems we always knew,
in some unspoken lullaby
I'll see you at the rendezvous,
we'll raise our voices to the sky
And though it's said there'll be no coup,
we'll never know unless we
Try to see it through, and find a
Different point of view,
one where faith is not taboo
And we'll all learn to see the world as new
Oh yeah, I fell a bit awkward too....not just because of the margarita,I had this morning. I'm just thinking about this dude, who I hate very much, but my mind won't stop!!! Maybe I'll go and hit it against the wall, until I have 0 i.q. points left. Then probably I'll forget. I hope....*goes to the nearest wall...and starts banging head against it.....*
Signing Off:
-A kiss goodbye, your twisted shell...As rice grains and roses fall at your feet
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