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[24 Jun 2007|09:08pm] |
Picture yourself in a boat on a river,
With tangerine trees and marmalade skies
Somebody calls you, you answer quite slowly,
A girl with kaleidoscope eyes.
Cellophane flowers of yellow and green,
Towering over your head.
Look for the girl with the sun in her eyes,
And she's gone.
Lucy in the sky with diamonds.
Lucy in the sky with diamonds.
Lucy in the sky with diamonds.
Ah... Ah...
Follow her down to a bridge by a fountain
Where rocking horse people eat marshmallow pies,
Everyone smiles as you drift past the flowers,
That grow so incredibly high.
Newspaper taxis appear on the shore,
Waiting to take you away.
Climb in the back with your head in the clouds,
And you're gone.
Picture yourself on a train in a station,
With plasticine porters with looking glass ties,
Suddenly someone is there at the turnstile,
The girl with kaleidoscope eyes.
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[01 Jun 2007|06:15am] |
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"Be famous. Be a big social experiment in getting what you don't want. Find value in what we've been taught is worthless. Find good in what the world says is evil...I wish the whole world would embrace what it hates. Find what you're afraid of most and go live there." "...I don't want my whole life crammed into a single word. A story. I want to find something else, unknowable, some place to be that's not on the map. A real adventure." "When did the future switch from being a promise to a threat?" "you can't escape the world, and you're not responsible for how you look, if you look beauticious or butt ugly. You're not responsible for how you feel or what you say or how you act or anything you do. It's all out of your hands. The same way a compact disk isn't responsible for what's recorded on it, that's how we are. You're about as free to ask as a programmed computer. You're about as one-of-a-kind as a dollar bil."
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[08 Mar 2007|06:21pm] |
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my thought process and opinions are probably shared by millions, so do I cancel out? im just another forgetable face.
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[06 Feb 2007|05:40pm] |
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southern californians are so refined, their almost plastic. i stare, and ease drop and evaluate their conversations. small talk of "hows the kids...hows the house...work? wonderful!" is terrible, and to see a couple sitting accross from eachother not really talking and not really feeling is shitty. is this a mark of our culture? why are we so held back by social expectations that we jeopordize ourselves for the sake of society? fuck these this empty place, where people arent measured by character, but of fancy cars and empty mansions.
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