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WE THINK THEREFORE, WE ARE XE I'M BECAUSE OF YOU! WITHOUT YOU I AM NOTHING WITHIN YOU I AM ALL THINGS WITHIN THE WORLD WE ARE ALL!
When the sun shines I want to drink wine like a fish climbs a current insurgent, purgent Flowing unknowingly Growing unshowedly. The pines rise and fall to the grime time haphazardly
I remember watching a documentary with my brother and him asking, “It’s over already, where’s the happy ending?” Laughing, I said “Documentaries don’t always have happy endings”
HOLLYWOODBY MIRA WILDER2014I met a man bound for Hollywoodall dressed up for stardomleft a wifeand the kids he lovedto tend to their own garden...He' got a burning desire
No one else Under its scrutiny Its light Because you are under it All of your faults on display Just out there Exposed And for EVERYONE to see But you must show them
From the hills that are Beverly Whatever that means To the sign
It’s not glamorous.
I am Bill Gates At least I wish to beileve that's true A high school drop out with fantasies that explains If he can do it I can do it too
Down the ground lookin' so low All i want to know will I go high, so high that I cant touch the ground? Stuck in this cage with ties that i cant abound I want to be more than this with my uniquness
I want to tell you a story
They're selling "dreams" for the price of your soul. Wrapped in pretty green paper,
This is how I live now: Wilted lettuce and second-hand shoes. Photos of luxury through flea market frames; Last year's fine china, ringed with watered-down booze. Don't talk to me of "adulthood."
I feel the warm lights on my skin I hear the voices of impatient souls I see the opposing character to my side And I can just taste this sweet tasting goal Every since I was a little girl
Oh Hollywood, oh Hollywood How I long for thee If I could go to film school for free, A happy flimmaker I would be But I have no money So I must save In order to pave
"Hollywood" , She said. That's my dream. Lights, camera, action. A part of the scene. A comedy, a drama, a TV show. How will I know, if I don't go? I'm leaving in winter. I booked I flight.
It's not a hollywood movie I can feel you when you come close It's not like a book where I only go as far as words scripted I hear your heart beat against my chest This is a rush I musn't forget
Slanted Like The Leaning Tower Of Pisa I. Am. Slanted. Though I Stand Enchanted By This Hungry Image Of Beauty, That Is About To Crumble, Tumble ,To The Ground, Only To Be Found In One Giant Mess.