Cradlesong
ContentI've been working 20 hours a week, and I hate it. It's not the hours in and of themselves, it's the fact that it's McDonald's. Constantly busy. If the customers aren't being retarded, the other employees are.
All creative projects have taken an unfortunate backseat. Other than the occasional, random outpour.
See you around.
OK! No more writing journals when I'm cranky.
I managed to write a couple somethings! One is now posted (though it aren't very good). And I've been practicing with Adobe Illustrator. I'm getting better, slowly...and even though it's slow going, I love it. I love learning to use all the tools, despite how frustrating it can get.
On an entirely different note, I have a recent obsession with folky, acoustic music. It's almost all I listen to, with the exception of Rob Thomas' new album Cradlesong. The latter comes very, very highly recommended, by the way.
And my favorite song from Cradlesong is, ironically, the title track. Lyrics:
Everybody's got a different story,
everybody wanna give theirselves away,
but I'm still afraid.
We can stay out of their field of vision
if we can keep ourselves a half a world away.
Oh honey, we'll be OK.
The world can be so cruel,
but I will sing for you
this cradle song
all night long.
Everybody's got their own opinion,
everybody's got a place where they belong,
like a favorite song.
And I don't want to be a faded memory;
I don't want to be the ghost that you can't shake.
I want to be the real thing.
The world can be so cruel,
but I will sing for you
this cradle song
all night long.
Yeah, all night long.
Yeah, all night long.
No one said we were victims, honey.
No one said we had to keep the things we get.
There ain't no regrets.
And all our friends, they moved to Hollywood,
but we ain't that desperate yet.
Oh, no, ain't nothing like the real thing.
The world can be so cruel,
let me sing to you
this cradle song
all night long.
The world can be so cruel,
but I will sing for you
this cradle song
all night long.
This cradle song.
This cradle song.
Yeah, all night long.
Sing it all night long,
yeah, all night long.
Sing it all night long
yeah, yeah, all night long.
Your photos so far are pretty nice. Keep taking pictures!
And tell Mindy not to make such silly faces. o:
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If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger: I should not seem a part of it. - Wuthering Heights, Emily Brontë
xo!
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I am a poetry admin for *DailyLitDeviations.
interested in collaborating?
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I'll mix with words with anything you've got.
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If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger: I should not seem a part of it. - Wuthering Heights, Emily Brontë
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If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger: I should not seem a part of it. - Wuthering Heights, Emily Brontë
In spite of my english trouale,I am trying to read and understand your writing.
And ı am following frequently.I hope that you will be with us together with much more scharings.
I hope that your success will go on.
Thanks you really perfect one writing.I m always follow you.
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If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger: I should not seem a part of it. - Wuthering Heights, Emily Brontë
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you have there
Thank you, nice profile
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Thank you
On this beautiful photos
I am pleased to visit all the time
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