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Moved my icon journal to here (updated w/ Julian Sands, Ian Carmichael). Probably should've just moved it to LJ, but the user name was taken and I'm kind of fond of it.
ETA- Timothy Olyphant & Skeet Ulrich.
ETA- Timothy Olyphant & Skeet Ulrich.
Feb. 8th, 2008
GMP
mood: 
melancholy
melancholyNo More Tears Ozzy
John Barleycorn Must Die Traffic
Gaudete Medieval Babes
Feb. 6th, 2008
Jan. 5th, 2008
This is the book I never read
These are the words I never said
This is the path I’ll never tread
These are the dreams I’ll dream instead
This is the joy that’s seldom spread
These are the tears…
The tears we shed
This is the fear
This is the dread
These are the contents of my head
And these are the years that we have spent
And this is what they represent
And this is how I feel
Do you know how I feel?
‘Cause I don’t think you know how I feel
"Why" Annie Lennox
These are the words I never said
This is the path I’ll never tread
These are the dreams I’ll dream instead
This is the joy that’s seldom spread
These are the tears…
The tears we shed
This is the fear
This is the dread
These are the contents of my head
And these are the years that we have spent
And this is what they represent
And this is how I feel
Do you know how I feel?
‘Cause I don’t think you know how I feel
"Why" Annie Lennox
Dec. 24th, 2007
mood: melancholy
melancholyIn some exotic jasmine scented land
Will light your dainty feet across the lawn
And deck you as you lie on the sparking sand
Too soon, too soon this arid clime, this wind-swept plain
Will know your laughter and your song no more;
The lonely vacant stillness gray and mute
Will shroud us in a gloom never known before
Too soon, too soon this lonely vacant stillness gray and mute
Will stretch away into the empty years
And all that's left will be this vacant dream
And somewhere in the night these secret tears.
-Houston Bright