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Friday, November 10th, 2000
4:03 am
And I'm fixin the whole where the rain gets in.
The Beatles

And if we ever leave a legacy it's that we loved each other well.

kevin says that I am prolifically lucid. Make any sense? didn't think so. he usually doesn't. Actually, prides himself on being cryptic.

I think I know what's wrong. you see we've all been removed one way or another...

but I know I'm all right
my whole life is on the tip of my tongue
empty pages for the no longer young
and you said each life has its grace
and you said each life has its place
but it's all right.
virginia wolf

I know! I know! I know!!!!

whose angel are you anyway?

There's a letter on the desktop that I dug out of a drawer.
The last truce we ever came to from our adolescent war...
and I guess that's how you started like a pinprick through my heart,
but at this point you rush right through me and I start to drown...
And there's not enough room in this world for my pain, signals cross and love gets lost and time past makes it plain...
and you kiss me like a lover then you sting me like a viper.
oh , I feel it like a sickness how this love is killing me,
but I'd walk into the fingers of your fire willingly...
and my bitter pill to swallow is the silence that I keep.
you'll never know how much you pierced my spirit,
I can't touch you
can you hear it?
I'm forever under lock and key
as you pass through me.
Now I see your face before me & I would
launch a 1000 ships to bring you r heart back to my island as the sand beneath me slips.
Cause I burn up in your presence and I know now it feels...

Now that is prolifically lucid.

do you like apples?
how ya like dem apples?
matt damon in good will hunting
2:59 am
And I'm fixin the whole where the rain gets in.
The Beatles

And if we ever leave a legacy it's that we loved each other well.

kevin says that I am prolifically lucid. Make any sense? didn't think so. he usually doesn't. Actually, prides himself on being cryptic.

I think I know what's wrong. you see we've all been removed one way or another...

but I know I'm all right
my whole life is on the tip of my tongue
empty pages for the no longer young
and you said each life has its grace
and you said each life has its place
but it's all right.
Indigo girls

I know! I know! I know!!!!

whose angel are you anyway?

There's a letter on the desktop that I dug out of a drawer.
The last truce we ever came to from our adolescent war...
and I guess that's how you started like a pinprick through my heart,
but at this point you rush right through me and I start to drown...
And there's not enough room in this world for my pain, signals cross and love gets lost and time past makes it plain...
and you kiss me like a lover then you sting me like a viper.
oh , I feel it like a sickness how this love is killing me,
but I'd walk into the fingers of your fire willingly...
and my bitter pill to swallow is the silence that I keep.
you'll never know how much you pierced my spirit,
I can't touch you
can you hear it?
I'm forever under lock and key
as you pass through me.
Now I see your face before me & I would
launch a 1000 ships to bring you r heart back to my island as the sand beneath me slips.
Cause I burn up in your presence and I know now it feels

Now that is prolifically lucid

do you like apples?
how ya like dem apples?
matt damon in good will hunting
Thursday, November 9th, 2000
12:07 pm
insomnia
there's nothing wrong with me that can't be cured with a little prozac.
9:54 am
Not much
I am troubled today, but I'm not quite sure why. It seems that I am lost in a labrynth of ideas and I have no clarity to speak of. It seems that, that is always the case. I can never concentrate on any one thing for too long because life has these annoying little ways of distracting me daily. And when I am alone my mind can not sit still in order to focus on any one particular idea or thought because there are so many piled up in the back of my mind. It's only in a room full of people that the aforementioned thoughts and ideas suddenly become orderly and clear and at that point I lack the neccessary tools and time to take them down. I verbalize myself well enough I suppose, but I don't always want to tell someone else what is in my mind. I may just want to keep it for personal reference. Sometimes its just nobodies business. That is why this whole online journal blogger idea is so phenomanal to me. I 'm quite sure that there will be few if any people visiting this particular journal in sight of all the others but still it's strange the idea of it. That anyone can look at it. Well, I guess we'll see then. buh bye.
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