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i love the mayhem more than the love.

Oh, baby, when they made me, they broke the mould.

Created on 2008-03-07 03:19:19 (#15095697), last updated 2009-11-21

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Name:	poemsinme
Birthdate:	1989-06-02
Website:	twitter

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blood is like my grandfather; it never lies
Name:Amelia
Pen Name:Molly Fox
Location:the blueprint for hell
Love Interest:SRC

things we love
Movies:Memento;; O Brother, Where Art Thou?;; Juno
Books:The Host;; the Twilight series;; Wicked;; Calvin and Hobbes
Music:Death Cab for Cutie, The Academy Is..., The Bravery, The White Strips, Anberlin, Britney Spears, Cab Calloway, Benny Goodman, Count Basie, Linkin Park, Kate Nash, Katy Perry, Cobra Starship, Gym Class Heroes
Ships: GSR, Yo!Bling, skinney, Bree/Lynette, Bree/Me, Brian/Justin, Team Edward, House/Cuddy, Susan/Jackson
Television: CSI: Crime Scene Investigation, House, Law & Order, Law & Order SVU, Queer As Folk, Desperate Housewives, Bones, America's Next Top Model, The Janice Dickinson Modeling Agency, The Soup, Nineteen, Grey's Anatomy, That 70's Show, Punk'd, Moonlight, The X-Files
Obsessions:Jorja Fox, Marcia Cross, Marisk Hargitay, Zooey Deschanel, Emily Deschanel, Taylor Swift, Blake Lively, Hugh Laurie, Michelle Pfeiffer, William Petersen, George Eads, Eric Szmanda, Gale Harold, Ellen Degeneres

marching bands of manhattan
If I could open my arms and span the length of the isle of Manhattan, I'd bring it to where you are, making a lake of the East river and Hudson. If I could open my mouth wide enough for a marching band to march out, They would make your name sing, and bend through alleys and bounce off all the buildings. I wish we could open our eyes to see in all directions at the same time. Oh, what a beautiful view, if you were never aware of what was around you. And it is true what you said, that I live like a hermit in my own head. But when the sun shines again, I'll pull the curtains and blinds to let the light in. Sorrow drips into your heart through a pinhole, Just like faucet that leaks, and there is comfort in the sound. But while you debate half-empty or half-full, it slowly rises. Your love is gonna drown.

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