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Name: Dillon
Birthday: 11/9/1984
Gender: Male
Interests: The love of God...I'm intersted in that. Um... I'm a rather large fan of most good music. I am interested in computers. I am also interest in art in most, if not all, of its various forms.
Expertise: Hard rock, soft rock, medium rock, racking servers, data entry, being lame, crying about nothing, wondering what I'm doing with my life instead of acting on the desires God has given me.
Occupation: Computer related
Industry: Banking/Finance
Message: message me
Website: visit my website
AIM:  ragattoc
Member Since:
2/25/2004
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| My fingers reek of old guitar string. Not the best smell in the world. It has it's own weird dirty-steel thing goin on. Chicks don't dig it... at least I don't think.
Here's something I feel like writing...
She says she's not a good dancer, but she's out of her mind. We've been dancin' all week and she's doin' just fine. And I've found a certain charm in every step we miss; the awkward pause or stunted shift. All serve as reminders of the slight imperfections that make anything worth doing more than just once. And we'll trip and we'll falter on repeat for a time. She'll try and apologize for being an ass, when I know it was me who led out in that. The rounds that we make may eventually break us but our style seems sturdy enough. As dancing is something you learn as you go. You'll learn on your own with the partner you hold. And lessons once taught are re-learned on the floor. So there went lesson one, now I'm waiting for more. | | |
| . Entering Chicagoland .
So it didn't take me long to conclude that pumpin' some hip hop while rollin into Chi Town was pretty much where it's at. We hit that bridge and busted out the Mos Def and some Roots. It got me amped for a weekend of goodness. Never thought I'd picture myself in that scene, but for some reason it just felt right. Crap...
I'm now settled in on my comfy hardwood-floor bed and thinking it's time to sleep. SO that'll happen quite soon here.
I am really looking forward to tomorrow. Meeting new friends and visiting old friends will make for a spectacular time, I'm sure. I'll let you know how it goes.
Here's hoping for an inspiring weekend in a foreign land.
Peace,
Dillon | | |
| dont even bother
sucks to be the world
sucks to be you
next time deal me a hand with a heart in it
next time shuffle the deck
I've seen the same card one too many times
im done with this game | | |
| if she brings you a coke glass, put it on the shelf and then write your thoughts down in a notebook | | |
| I'm Not Convinced That She Even ExistsThe lines are now blurring between dreams and reality
I can't seem to tell if you're there when I wake
I swear that you called me but my phone is empty
You said that you love me but we never speak
The last time it buzzed I thought it was you texting
It must have been dreams
It's been over a week
A month or more sleeping
A month spent in dreams
Then rudely awakened to think what it means
When you ask if I love you and I stall in reply
Knowing that if I say no it's a lie
Yet now you've been missing and far off it seems
You're pushing me further away from my dreams
I wonder if ever you saw me
I wonder if ever in light
I wonder could you ever say that you love me as much my dreams gave me sight
I need you to know that I'm sorry
I need you to know that you're right
But I need you to see that in my deepest dreams it seems you're the love of my life.
Well that was fun. I haven't poeticized in a long time.
Hope you're all doing well. Merry Christmas. | | |
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