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It's all about the passion...

Created on 2001-03-21 12:40:17 (#79964), last updated 2008-03-13

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Name:	Katie
Birthdate:	1983-03-27
Location:	Orlando, Florida, United States
Website:	Myspace

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drkdahlia@aim.com

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The importance of Liking Yourself is a notion that fell heavily out of favour during the coptic, anti-ego frenzy of the acid era — but nobody guessed back then that the experiment might churn up this kind of hangover; a whole subculture of frightened illiterates with no faith in anything.

Fear and Loathing: On the Campaign Trail '72
Hunter S. Thompson

People want to find a "meaning" in everything and everyone. That's the disease of our age, an age that is anything but practical but believes itself to be more practical than any other age.

Pablo Picasso

With the sugar sickness
You spy the kidnap kid
Who kids you to oblivion
It's the perfect hassle
For the perfumed kiss
He makes you miss him more than home

…..

Past sidewalk ashes
A last lovers arc
You come apart to intertwine
It was all so simple
As you watched him move
Across the darkness in your room

…..

And the winding vines
The pretty boys dive
And thru the pinhole stars
Into the shadow mind
You will lose him then
On some gentle dawn
This boy is here and gone

…..

Daphne Descends
The Smashing Pumpkins

"I believe in whatever gets you through the night. Night is the hardest time to be alive. For me, anyway. It lasts so long, and four AM knows all my secrets. Four AM is when my dreams die."

Lost Souls
Poppy Z. Brite

I stood by the exit door of the hotel cafe
He was playing with his band
I've always been a sucker had a weakness for a boy with a guitar and a drink in his hand
His words were like heaven in my hurricane
My knees buckled under
I thought everyone was watching me
Watching you save my life with the song

You were mine
In the back of my mind
Oh just for one night
Just for a while

There's always one that gets away
The one that sneaks up on you that slips away
…..
I'm not a victim of cliches
I don't believe in soul mates
Happy endings only one
Oh and I met you and all that changed
I had a taste and you're still sitting on the tip of my tongue

You were mine
Somewhere in time
I'll look for you first
In my next life

There's always one that gets away
The one that sneaks up on you that slips away
Slips away
In a closed off corner of my heart yeah yeah yeah yeah

The One That Got Away
Pink

She didn't wish to marry him, but she wished to keep him. She wished to give him nothing, but that he should give her all. It is a bargain not unfrequently levied in love

William Makepeace Thackeray
Vanity Fair

It is not the language of painters but the language of nature which one should listen to, the feeling for the things themselves, for reality, is more important than the feeling for pictures.

Vincent Van Gogh

pop tart, what's the matter?
did you lose what you're after?
for your tears, i'm still singing
for your fears, i am ringing
from houston on downer buzz
like you said, it's just because

you'll detonate your long lost kisses
wished on the eve of forgotten blessings
start your way for some new impression

try to hold on
for this heart, a little bit stronger
try to hold on
to this love alone
try to hold on
for this heart's never been broken
so try to hold on

pop tart, did you flatter?
when they spoke of my disasters
at thirteen i lost my compass
but i'm sure it's all accomplished
as desires on my ghost trains
like you said, when it rains

it pours down the back of the bitter son
desperate for love and loves everyone
in my mother's arms no simple harm

conspires to hold on
for this heart, a little bit closer
try to hold on
to this love alone
try to hold on
and we know if we go under
we just can't let go

pop tart, will it matter?
if i lose and just shatter
will you cry, and keep crying
will i die, and keep dying
in tokyo, with sad tragic blues
like you said it's how you use

'cause someday we'll know if this even matters
our rings and maze and simplicity
when can we laugh and take all the credit

and know we'll go free
with our hearts a little bit stronger
try to hold on
for this love alone
try to hold on
for this heart's a little bit frightened
just try to hold on

Try, Try, Try alt.
The Smashing Pumpkins

To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
To the last syllable of recorded time,
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.

Macbeth, Act 5 scene 5
William Shakespeare

Many that live deserve death. And some die that deserve life. Can you give it to them? Then be not too eager to deal out death in the name of justice, fearing for your own safety. Even the wise cannot see all ends.

The Lord Of the Rings, Book Four, Chapter One
J. R. R. Tolkien

I recommend getting your heart trampled on to anyone
I recommend walking around naked in your living room
Swallow it down (what a jagged little pill)
It feels so good (swimming in your stomach)
Wait until the dust settles

…..

I recommend biting off more then you can chew to anyone
I certainly do
I recommend sticking your foot in your mouth at any time
Feel free
Throw it down (the caution blocks you from the wind)
Hold it up (to the rays)
You wait and see when the smoke clears

…..

Wear it out (the way a three-year-old would do)
Melt it down (you're gonna have to eventually anyway)
The fire trucks are coming up around the bend

You live you learn
You love you learn
You cry you learn
You lose you learn
You bleed you learn
You scream you learn

You grieve you learn
You choke you learn
You laugh you learn
You choose you learn
You pray you learn
You ask you learn
You live you learn

You Learn
Alanis Morissette

Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone else's opinions, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation.

De Profundis
Oscar Wilde

All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players.
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts...

As You Like It, Act 2 scene 7
William Shakespeare

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