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Date:2005-07-18 02:24
Subject:New single by DiamondKnife

You Were A Saint (Until You Fell In Love)
by DiamondKnife

You know you were an angel,
pure and clean and so forgiving.
Nothing ever brought you down
except for me.
When you met me.

You know you were perfect, girl,
sweet and kind, innocence living.
Nothing threw your morals down
except for me.
When you met me.

Now we dance in moonlit shadows
and debauch your pain away.
We go below to rise above
and kiss to sear your loss away.
I know it hurts to think of me
because you were a saint, girl,
until you fell in love.

You are crumbling in this world,
with one fell night to keep reliving,
not cut out for such a down
brought on by me.
When you left me.

A stranger to a foreign land
the moment I took you by the hand.
And you laid opened eyes upon another,
leaving me for him.

I dance alone in moonlit shadows
and debauch my pain away.
I go below to rise above
and kiss to sear your loss away.
It hurts me now to think of you
because you were a saint, girl,
until you fell in love.

You know you were a saint, girl,
until you fell in love.

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Date:2005-07-18 00:57
Subject:How does he do it?

If he wanted to, David Blaine could start a massive, cult worshiping church for himself TONIGHT!

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Date:2005-07-12 23:21
Subject:Baking accidents.

In the event of minor burns (because we need new potholders that cover all angles, gods damn it), use olive oill. Dab olive oil onto afflicted area and wrap with a cool, damp paper towel to make all better.

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Date:2005-07-08 11:48
Subject:The Garden Grows Wild

It’s finally season for seeking closure
out amongst the thorns and clover.
I’m trying to find rare composure
but all uncovered yet is dirt.
Hacking through the strangling weeds
and spores and rot and deep-set seeds,
I seek the bloom to meet the need
to brace for another day of hurt.
Scratches from the briar bush
sting old wounds as further in I push.
Regrets are fresh, the ground is mush.
If only I’d not buried my heart!
With one misstep the harvest’s dead.
Into the earth I go instead
of clearing my overgrown head,
and sink into the musty dark.

My muse has been active again lately, for which I'm thankful, but it's also been angsty, and that's irking me.

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Date:2005-07-07 22:18
Subject:What's up with my poems lately?

They seem a bit on the depressing side.



Always they creep in at night
to cajole and then criticize.
They compromise all that they touch
until it’s too late to realize
that they’re seeing though your eyes.
In your heart, in your mind,
they’re everywhere that you can be.
Thin as air, thick as blood,
lurking there in life and dreams
to be absorbed in your beliefs.

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Date:2005-07-07 00:27
Subject:Yet another poem.

I was thinking of a friend and something they had done before when this popped out randomly. Looks like I'm getting my muse back in shape.

Cuts With Horns

The devil comes to town tonight,
dancing down the hill and vale.
Each metal hoof falls light and stings
as tail whipped gaily raises welts.
Red His anger, red His joy,
red His color for frail beings
gladly giving life to Him.
Streams of hellfire flow down your wrist
and drop in pools from your stained hand.
It runs away, hurts less this way,
and yet far more than you understand.
It always will hurt more.

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Date:2005-07-06 01:30
Subject:I am no beauty.

A new poem!. Has it been as long as it feels since I've written one?

I am no beauty with gossamer hair.
My skin is too rough and my face isn’t clear.
In life I am foolish; in love I am jealous.
In financial matters I’m parsimonious.
My dreams are untamed for the id runs my mind.
Jokes don’t come with grace and my humor runs dry.
I live for nostalgia, and my logic’s no good.
Overbearing and snappish, I’m also a prude.
I am clumsy, abrasive, pigheaded, and strange,
but for the world you can’t get me to change.

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Date:2005-06-28 23:58
Subject:About a boy.

One of my more magickal talents is the locating of lost items when people need them, yet I can't seem to find my own feet for the time being. What's a girl to do? I hate feeling helpless.

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Date:2005-06-27 02:55


My sister's website. Go there, read through it, and give your input.


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Date:2005-06-19 23:33
Mood: happy happy happy!

All of us seniors are officially graduated, like the cylindar!

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Date:2005-06-06 22:49
Mood: :)

Hmm...yeah, okay. So after two days of summer-like, balmy weather and the summer sized storm tonight, I'm left wondering:

Did we bypass spring this year? Or is this rain going to shower us for a week to make up for lost time in April?

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Date:2005-05-30 13:46

Mix a chopped up banana with a bowl of multi grain cheerios and it tastes a bit like lucky charms...

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Date:2005-05-24 20:26
Subject:I haven't been on in awhile...

Went to prom on Saturday. ^^ My mom and I drove ALL the way upstate on Sat. and I went to the Hilton prom with my old neighbor buddy. We had a blast! I got to see my bestest friend and all of the people I missed. They were all like...'Hey, I know you, but...Oh my gosh! Jenni, it's you! You look great! Where'd you dissapear to?' Yes, we talked and danced all night. They played the macarena, the electric slide, cotton eyed joe, YMCA, and the bunny hop. Much fun! And half an hour before prom (they call it the 'ball') ended, my 'date', best bud, and I all three went to Tinsel Town (the movie place) to catch the 12:05 screening of Star Wars III. ^^

We walked out of the theater asking 'was that movie SUPPOSED to be funny?'. I mean, between Obi-wan riding the lizard, Padme being wishy washy, Yoda kicking much butt, and Vader crying NOOOOOOO!, it was a real gut buster!

And then after that we went back to my best's house to play cards until 4am.

It's the latest I've EVER been out without parentals supervising.

So we slept over at my neighbor's house and drove around Sunday visiting all of the places we really missed, including our old houses, some other neighbors that we know and love, the blue firehouse (that isn't blue anymore! *outrage!*), and Partika's (best freakin' ice cream place and garden market ever! they have Perry's ice cream. why don't we have Perry's here???), and we drove past Lick 'Um (okay ice cream place that's never open, making us wonder how they've stayed in business), the old town hall and wooden playground, the abandoned rail road tracks, and some other things that hadn't changed and some other things that had. Can you believe it? My eyes are getting all misty just thinking about it, especially thinking about our old old house. Those bastards who bought it cut down all three of my willow trees! We burried Kitty and other under those majestic, swaying limbs, and now they're just scarred stumps. All too soon, we had to go home. When we pulled into the driveway here, it felt like a piece of me was missing.

I'm still an upstate girl at heart, I guess. ^^ Always and forever.

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Date:2005-05-12 23:27
Subject:I love dragons...and cats, but that's different.

Lyrics: Flight of Dragons

Written By: Jules Bass, Maury Laws
Performed By: Don McLean

Gorbash! Gorbash! Come!

There was a time,
Between the waning age of enchantment
And the dawning age of logic,
When dragons flew the skies
Free and unencumbered.

Look down there, Gorbash my friend.
On that troubled Earth below us
Confusion and chaos reign.
All mankind is facing an epic choice:
A world of magic or a world of science.
Which will it be?


Flight of dragons
Soar in the purple light
In the sky
Or in my mind

Flight of dragons
Sail past reality
Leave illusion behind

Is it the past I see
When I look up to the heavens
Believing in the magic
That I know could never be
I want to go where they are goin'
Into the world they've been
Can I open up my mind enough to see?

Flight of dragons
Heavenly argosies
Catch the wind
Rise out of sight

Flight of dragons
Flights of fantasy
In the sky
Or in my mind

Flight of dragons
Flight of dragons

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Date:2005-05-08 20:18
Subject:Comfort foods.

Fried leeks.

Delicious and phenominally sweet and mild with slight taste of onion.

Combined with a homemade dipping sauce:

Mayo, Curry Powder, Tobasco Suace, Wing Sauce, Paprika, Ground Peppercorn, Dried Mustard, and Worcheshire Sauce.

Step aside 'Outback'.

Our leek supreme beats out your 'bloomin' onion'.

Costs less, fun to make, and you don't have to leave your own kitchen for it. ^^

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Date:2005-05-05 18:32
Subject:Taking a walk...

Okay, first the facts, then the question.

I decided to take a walk to CVS and back on this most glorious springtime afternoon.

It's warm, and I am currently lacking shorts that fit...right...so I took to the hidden stash in the attic.

While delving into the multiple pair of jeans shorts, I find one of my dad's OLD pairs that seemed acceptable for wearing while on a power walk, so I don them.

They're a little short, because the Thomas Magnum look was in back then and my dad is a leggy guy.

But short is in now too, and they aren't THAT bad, so I thought nothing of it.

Here's the tally:

1 count flashing brights.
2 counts ambiguous horn honking.
1 count triple horn honk with additional shouts.
2 counts 'Do you need a ride?', one from a friend (and it was nice to see them), one from a random guy in my age bracket who I'll probably see around school tomorrow.

So I wonder...does this mean that I should or shouldn't wear short(ish) shorts in public?

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Date:2005-05-01 23:29
Mood: ^^

Ever step out of the shower with the feeling that underwear is vastly over rated?

And oh, is it ever.

Hey look! It's the 'bling it on' commercial!

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Date:2005-04-24 22:10
Subject:With a wet cloth over my nose...
Mood: Oh my sensitive nose!

The dog got skunked!!!

But what's worse is the soggy, rotton, burnt english muffin scent mingled with both newly wet and shampooed dog and floral scented neutri-air or whatever the brand name is crap. Ugh! ...


At least both the cats came off clean. No issues there when they trey to snuggle up with me tonight.

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Date:2005-04-20 18:15
Subject:More McD's Anagrams
Mood: I should send these to McD...

Secret Sauce

Caste Rescue

(a.k.a. 'outsourcing')

Chicken Selects

Stick 'n' Leeches

And the ever classic one that I heard from a friend-

I am loving it (I'm lovin' it)

Ailing Vomit

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Date:2005-04-18 21:24

Ronald Mcdonald, on damn cold lard.

Did they do that on purpose?

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