A blade of blue

And the moon grows dimmer
At the tides low ebb
And your breath comes faster
And you're aching to move
But you're caught in the web...

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Nobody can tell ya
There's only one song worth singing
They may try and sell ya
Cause it hangs them up to see someone like you

But you've gotta
Make your own kind of Music
Sing your own special song
Make your own kind of Music
Even if no body else sings along

You're gonna be nowhere
The loneliest kind of lonely
It may be rough going
Just to do your thing's the hardest thing to do

Make your own kind of Music
Sing your own special song
Make your own kind of Music
Even if no body else sings along

So if you cannot take my hand
And if you must be going
I will understand

You've gotta
Make your own kind of Music
Sing your own special song
Make your own kind of Music
Even if no body else sings along

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My foundations
are in the universe
my spirit is universal
despite all pressures against me
to choose sides
black or white
man or woman
gay or straight
I am still a child
and an old woman
my blood is red
my choice is not to choose
I cannot choice
I am the exception to the rule of choice
I am one and all without exception
I defy the rules
I am me.

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Sweet little cherry blossom,
blooming before her time
Moving her lips to her favorite song,
cherishing every rhyme
Swaying her hips to the rhythm,
humming along with the tune
Lost in her own little dream world
Slow dancing with the moon

Watching her I cannot help,
but go back in my mind
And suddenly I find I am 15 again

Slow dancing with the moon
Oh, the stars got in my eyes long time ago
And I've lived my life like a love sick clown
In a bittersweet cartoon
Just a dreamy eyed kid
Slow dancing with the moon

Watching the girl I'm reminded
she's quite a lot like me
Trapped in the suburbs of wonderland,
lost in her own fantasy
Somehow my heart never grew up,
no one ever burst my balloon
So here I am swirling in star dust,
slow dancing with the moon

Still believe some day my wildest dreams
will all come true
And I'll find someone who'll
make me 15 again
But until then I'm
Slow dancing with the moon
Oh, the stars got in my eyes long time ago
And I've lived my life like a love sick clown
In a bittersweet cartoon
Just a dreamy eyed kid
Slow dancing with the moon

Monday, October 03, 2005

I've starting working out recently. Slowly but surely anyway. It seems every few months I tell myself I'm gonna get back in shape, but I push myself too hard initially, and it falls apart. So I'm trying real hard not to do that this time around. I've gone out biking for the past 4 days, run once, and have done my sit ups at night for the last week. All of which I'm fairly proud of. Though none of it has pushed me too hard, it has pushed me, and consisitantly, so I think this could last. I forgot how much I love biking. Having the wind push back at you, hearing it as it goes by, getting the chills and being hot all at the same time. Seeing things you normally see so slowing swirling past you. And the rush of it all. The pain in your legs, while going up that long slowly inclining road. The rush of going down that big hill. The thrill of turning quickly down slope after slope. The pain of going back up. But such a good pain, a pain I haven't felt in so long. The pain that you knows is what you were going out there for. I'm thinking of going out again tonight; the last ride wasn't long enough for me, but Dan was ready to come back, so we did. I prefer going out alone anyway. Seeing the world rush by you, feeling that you are still and everything else is flying by. Nothing else compares to that. I'm so glad I've started riding again, god how I missed it. It's completely different than anything else. Faster than walking or running, so that things seem animate. But slower than a car, so they don't pass by so quickly that you can't take them in. Man, what a sensation.

brynnlee let the night fall at 7:27 PM

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