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Name: Emily
Country: United States
State: Georgia
Metro: Atlanta
Birthday: 10/10/1988
Gender: Female
Interests: I don't do interests.
Except music because I'm cliche like that: mewithoutYou, Sufjan Stevens, The Dandy Warhols, Incubus, The Books, Radiohead, Stereolab, The Music, Of Montreal, The Arcade Fire, Eels, The Album Leaf, Mogwai, Enon, Yo La Tengo, Godspeed You! Black Emperor, Spoon, Muse,The Shins, Jump Little Children, The Decemberists,The Smashing Pumpkins, The Faint, The Unicorns, Lovedrug,The American Analog Set, Secret Machines, Death Cab for Cutie, !!!, Mirah, The Postal Service, Weezer, Five Iron Frenzy, New Pornographers, The Beatles, Interpol, Wilco, Phantom Planet, The Cure, Iron & Wine, Snow Patrol, The Notwist, Sigur Ros, Broken Social Scene, etc, etc, etc...
Coconut soup is good also.
Expertise: Um.
Occupation: Student
Message: message meEmail: email me
Website: visit my website
AIM:  embilly345
Yahoo:  rectalgia0
Member Since:
3/2/2005
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| I got snow in my eye yesterday. It was glorious! | | |
| "For The Widows of Paradise, For the Fatherless in Ypsilanti" by Sufjan Stevens
I've have called you children
I have called you son
What is there to answer
If I'm the only one
Morning comes in Paradise
Morning comes in light
Still I must obey
Still I must invite
If there's anything to say
If there's anything to do
If there's any other way
I'll do anything for you
I was dressed in embarassment
I was dressed in white
If you had a part of me
Will you take your time
Even if I come back
Even if I die
Is there some idea
To replace my life
Like a father to impress
Like a mother's mourning dress
If we ever make a mess
I'll do anything for you
I wish that I still cared about God. I'm so far away into myself that I'm not sure there's a way out. I'm sick of apathy but it's hard to make it go away.
In other news my friend, my lover, my VIP, my comrade, my bundle of joy, my thanksgiving, my passion, my favorite waste of time, my homes, my dude, my hottie, my linguist, my rockstar, my etc. is wrapped up in one package called Tomface. He will come to save me from the boredom of the holidays. And maybe I won't be so lonely and apathetic for a week at least. I'd thank God but I don't feel like I mean anything I say. I just hope I can love more than enough. | | |
| Suddenly I feel like I'm not even a person. Why do I even voice any thoughts? I'm just here and the real Emily is somewhere else being a person. But maybe not that. Just think that I'm here and then gone. I wonder if this is humility but I doubt it.
Whoever Brought Me Here Should Take Me Home
All day I think about it, then at night I say it.
Where did I come from, and what am I supposed to be doing?
I have no idea.
My soul is from elsewhere, I'm sure of that,
and I intend to end up there.
This drunkenness began in some other tavern.
When I get back around to that place,
I'll be completely sober. Meanwhile,
I'm like a bird from another continent, sitting in this aviary.
The day is coming when I fly off,
but who is it now in my ear who hears my voice?
Who says words with my mouth?
Who looks out with my eyes? What is the soul?
I cannot stop asking.
If I could taste one sip of an answer,
I could break out of this prison for drunks.
I didn't come here of my own accord, and I can't leave that way.
Whoever brought me here, will have to take me home.
This poetry. I never know what I'm going to say.
I don't plan it.
When I'm outside the saying of it,
I get very quiet and rarely speak at all.
--Jalaluddin Rumi | | |
| BerryI'm at college now. I feel quite alone so much of the time, but mostly not much of anything. I don't know who I am anymore, like I can't even remember my name it seems. Tomorrow is the first day of classes so hopefully I will like things better by then. | | |
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