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Death is only a horizon,
and a horizon is nothing save the limit of our sight.
-Rossitor.W. Raymond



One crow sorrow
Two crows mirth
Three crows a joining
Four crows a birth
Five crows silver
Six crows gold
Seven crows a secret
Never to be told


curious life form(s) checking to see if I'm really insane

have now been mentally rearranged

It's not the size of the dog in the fight,
It's the size of the fight in the dog.


"I'll speak in riddles so you can understand
I'll draw in pencil so you can trace with pen"

"The International Person Of Mystery."
-My all mighty official title, courtesy of Fallen.


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"Slicker than an oil spill, and possibly just as deadly."
-Gloria's lovely words to describe myself.


"You're weird in a fun way."
-Andy, to me.


"You're the one I go and sit down cross legged before and say, "Master, what is the answer to..." "
Brooke, to me.


"I wouldn't say that there aren't exceptions to every rule. And if there were, you would be it."

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This is the "How I Goddamn Feel", section. Below is what you read if you're curious as to open the current emotional casket of Sevencrows. So do enjoy filling yourself with MY bitter feelings, and then, do go get some of your own.
Cheers.

What's currently rampaging around my mind:


The broken clock is a comfort
It helps me sleep tonight
Maybe it can stop tomorrow
From stealing all my time
I am here still waiting
Though I still have my doubts
I am damaged at best
Like you've already figured out

I'm falling apart
I'm barely breathing
With a broken heart
That's still beating
In the pain
There is healing
In your name
I find meaning

The broken locks were a warning
You got inside my head
I tried my best to be guarded
I'm an open book instead
I still see your reflection
Inside of my eyes
That are looking for a purpose
They're still looking for life

I'm falling apart
I'm barely breathing
With a broken heart
That's still beating
In the pain
Is there healing
In your name
I find meaning
So I'm holdin' on
(I'm still holdin')
I'm holdin' on
I'm barely holdin' on to you

I'm hangin' on another day
Just to see what you will throw my way
And I'm hanging on to the words you say
You said that I will be okay

The broken lights on the freeway
Left me here alone
I may have lost my way now
Haven't forgotten my way home


(Lifehouse - Broken)




Nickname:

Everything else: A mystery. Wrapped in a riddle and cloaked in a conundrum.



"Death is a revolving door."

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"Dreaming permits each and every one of us to be quietly and safely insane every night of our lives."

"Train yourself to let go
of everything you fear to lose."

   


"Reality is instantaneous. There are no boundaries."

"Only those who can leave behind everything they have ever believed in can hope to escape."


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Aedan
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It's sunday noon in my room
The wind is really rageing
Inside I'll hide in my tomb
And think of yesterday
Playing, in my room, in my room
I feel like a kite high in a tree
Is this where I'm supposed to be?
I wish I was a little boy
When love was taken care of
I know
I will say
Maybe today
It's sunday noon cocoon and heal
Oh no please don't throw me in the prior
When mothers made all the meals
And fathers built the fire
When will this feeling go away?
When will this feeling ever stay?
Maybe today
Maybe today
Now I'm not so mournful
As I sit and watch the wind blow
This place is my cathedral
And the choir's swaying just outside the window
Everyone needs a day to dream
Per chance
Today I have yesterday to tempt me
So come on put on your best dress and lets dance
For the chairs are all but empty
When will this feeling go away?
When will this feeling ever stay?
Maybe today
Maybe today
Maybe today


Maybe Today
Carbon Leaf



Disclaimer


Wednesday, November 22, 2006

There's a man with a gun over there, telling me I've got to beware

Arkansas Thanksgiving

According to the Knight-Ridder News Service, the inscription on the metal bands used by the U.S. Department of the Interior to tag migratory birds has been changed.  The bands used to bear the address of the Washington Biological Survey, abbreviated:  Wash. Biol. Surv.  --  until the agency received the following letter from an Arkansas camper:

“Dear Sirs:  While camping last week I shot one of your birds.  I think it was a crow.  I followed the cooking instructions on the leg tag and I want to tell you, it was horrible.”

The bands are now marked Fish & Wildlife Service.


I chased my mind at 02:38 pm with Sevencrows

Jesse
November 28, 2006   12:35 PM PST
 
terrible yet funny seven.lol
thewalrus
November 27, 2006   05:24 AM PST
 
Two cannibals were gleefully munching on their Thanksgiving feast; a poor sad clown. One cannibal stopped eating abruptly with a mouthfull of orange hair and turned with a perplexed look on his face and said to his pal, "Say..don't you think this tastes a little funny..?"
Happy Thanksgiving!
;)
  

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