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Whet Your Appetite for "Vain and Idle Songs!" | |||||||||||||||||
Another page still under construction. I can't help it, I'm busy. Really - just check my bio page. I barely had enough time to finish the issue. So by then hopefully your anticipation will have built up so much and you'll have told all of your family and friends and then once it's up, you'll all be quite glad to pay the $1.50 or trade your zine. Until then, you must suffer. (Or at least bookmark my homepage so in three months when you're cleaning out your favourites list, you click on the link and go, "Oh yeah, she said she'd have something up by now," and you'll be very happy. And then tell all your family and friends.) | |||||||||||||||||
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"digital watch" | |||||||||||||||||
i can still remember a time when i used to dream dreams for myself for hours the "what ifs" sang to me melodies long lost from my bland heart then the reality came graduation loomed and suddenly the dreams began to die. they lived in a land which thrived on no cares, no worries, no fears. they're gone now. all gone. the sugar cube structure which affected me so is melting with my flood of tears it is the tsunami of my discontent and it is no longer my world. i looked at the objects of my passed and i remembered what i used to used to. and my age was so much beyond what my brain was telling me it ought to be. but i no longer cared because i had nothing else imaginary to care about. i have grown up. |
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take me home! | |||||||||||||||||
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