And Shepherds we shall be For thee, my Lord, for thee. Power hath descended forth from Thy hand Our feet may swiftly carry out Thy commands. So we shall flow a river forth to Thee And teeming with souls shall it ever be.
In Nomeni Patri
Et Fi
Spiritus Sancti
{Boondock Saints}
Video games. Red hair. Snowboard. Gem sweaters. Press-on tattoos. Eye liner. Guster. Ninjas vs Pirates. Rilo Kiley. Eternal Sunshine. Corny infomercials. SLC Punk! Freckles. Marketing. KU. Colors. James Dean. Pillows. Music. Ulta.
Sometimes, in the morning,
I am petrified and can't move.
Awake, but cannot open my eyes.
And the weight is crushing down
on my lungs, I know I can't breathe,
and hope someone will save me this time.
And your mother's still calling you,
insane and high.
Swearing, "It's different this time."
And you tell her to give in
to the demons that posses her,
and that God never blessed her insides.
Then you hang up the phone
and feel badly for upsetting things.
Crawl back into bed to dream of a time
when your heart was open wide,
and you loved things just because.
Like the sick.. and the dying..
But, sometimes when you're on,
You're really fuckin' on!
And your friends, they sing along,
and they love you.
But the lows are so extreme
that the good seems fuckin' cheap.
And it teases you for weeks in its absense.
But, you'll fight and you'll make it through.
You'll fake it, if you have to,
and you'll show up for work
with a smile :).
You'll be better and you'll be smarter,
and more grown up and a better daughter
or son, and a real good friend.
You'll be awake, you'll be alert,
you'll be positive though it hurts.
And you'll laugh and embrace all your friends.
You'll be a real good listener,
you'll be honest, you'll be brave,
you'll be handsome, and you'll be beautiful.
You'll be happy..
Tuesday, December 25, 2007 8:14:36 AM GMT
hey i dont really know what happend or why i got kicked off, but i didnt want you to think i was ignoring you.
-Spencer
