Post by ophelia tierney. on Aug 14, 2008 15:18:54 GMT -5
* opheliatierney !
how should i say that i never want anything to change if i rearrange the pieces of
broken down flame? do you believe in me? because i'm not sure i believe in any
thing anymore. we cut the pieces in, make me understand. why can't we move
any faster? losing all the demands, i broken all my plans. this year was a disaster.
what should i do when i never thought anything would come true? the solution for the
broken down abuse. i'm waiting for, fading for, to let me fall on through. i'm getting
closer to letting go, letting go of you. what you don't know will only make things worse.
* lakergirlscheer ![/b][/font]
best friends because...broadway is a very special place, filled with
almost family very special people, people who can sing and dance,
same clique often at the same time! they are a different people, a
pretty close multi-talented people, a people...who need people...and
on and off who are, in many ways, the luckiest people in...the world.
new friends i'm sorry sire, but we don't stand a chance. let me put it
good friends like this: in any great adventure, that you don't want to
so-so friends lose, victory depends upon the poeple that you choose.
family friend so, listen, arthur darling, closely to this news: you won't
drinking friends succeed on broadway if you don't have any jews. you
partying friends may have the finest sets, fill the stage with penthouse
best girl pets, you may have the loveliest costumes and best shoes.
my other half you my dance and you may sing, but i'm sorry, arthur
friends/benefits king, you'll hear no cheers, just lots and lots of boos.
fake friend you may have butch men by the score whom the audience
enemy to friend adore, you may even have some animals from zoos,
acquaintances though you've holes and krauts instead, you may have
confidant unleavened bread, but I tell you, you are dead, if you don't
only just met have any jews. they won't care if it's witty, or everything
complete stranger looks pretty, they'll simply say it's crappy and profuse.
first name basis nobody will go, sir, if it's not kosher then no show, sir,
inseperable even goyim won't be dim enough to choose! put on shows
association that make men stare, with lots of girls in underwear, you
best guy may even have the finest of reviews. the audience won't care
* icanhearthebells ![/b][/font]
fiancé once i was a selfish fool who never understood i never looked
fuckbuds inside myself though on the outside, i looked good then we
fling met and you made me the man i am today tracy, i'm in love with
physical you no matter what you weigh 'cause... without love life is like
on and off the seasons with no summer without love life is rock 'n' roll
makeout without a drummer tracy, i'll be yours forever 'cause i never
spouse wanna be without love tracy, never set me free no, i ain't lyin'
hooking up never set me free, tracy, no, no, no once i was a simple girl
mutual crush then stardom came to me but i was still a nothing though a
oneside crush thousand fans may disagree tracy fame was just a prison
ex-chemistry signing autographs a bore i didn't have a clue ‘til you came
one night stand banging on my door that without love life is like my dad
ex-bad termswithout his bromo without love life is making out with perry
ex-good termscomo darling, i'll be yours forever 'cause i never wanna be
forbidden love without love so darling, throw away the key living in the
mutual crush ghetto black is everywhere ya go who'd 've thought i'd love
attraction a girl with skin as white as winter's snow in my ivory tower
obsession life was just a hostess snack but now i've tasted chocolate
secret and i'm never going back 'cause without love life is like a beat
lust that you can't follow without love life is doris day at the apollo
dating darling, i'll be yours forever 'cause i never wanna be without
hot/cold love so darlin never set me free oh, I'm yours forever never
secret set me free no, no, no! if i'm left without my babydoll i don't
flirting know wat ill do link, i've got to break out so that i can get my
love hands on you girl if i can’t touch you now i’m gonna lose control
* itsabitchofaliving ![/b][/font]
hardcore there’s a moment you know…you’re fucked – not an inch more
die bitch room to self-destruct no more move – oh yeah, the dead-end
i hate you zone man, you just can’t call your soul your own but the thing
annoyance that makes you really jump is that the weirdest shit is still to
rivals come you can ask yourself: “hey, what have i done?” you’re just
friendly rivals a fly – the little guys, they kill for fun man, you’re fucked if
cheated on you just freeze up can’t do that thing – that keeping still but,
fake friends you’re fucked if you speak your mind and you know– uh huh –
backtabbed you will yeah, you’re fucked all right – and all for spite you can
old enemies kiss your sorry ass goodbye totally fucked – will they mess you
new enemies up? well you know they’re gonna try blah blah blah blah blah
intimidation blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah disappear – yeah
love and hate well, you wanna try wanna bundle up into some big ass lie
scared of me long enough for them to all just quit long enough for you to
scared of you get out of it yeah, you’re fucked all right – and all for spite
avoidances you can kiss your sorry ass goodbye totally fucked – will they
you hate memess you up? well you know they’re gonna try yeah, you’re
i envy you fucked all right – and all for spite you can kiss your sorry ass
go to hell goodbye totally fucked – will they mess you up? well you know
indifference know they’re gonna try blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah
you hate me blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah
love and hate blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah
secret enemy blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah
through friends blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah totally fucked!
* takemeorleaveme ![/b][/font]
teacher/mentor dearly beloved we gather here to say our goodbyes here
mixed feelings she lies no one knew her worth the late great daughter of
bandmate mother earth on these nights when we celebrate the birth in that
emotional support little town of bethlehem we raise our glass you bet your ass
mutual respectto la vie boheme la vie boheme la vie boheme la vie boheme
one-way respect la vie boheme to days of inspiration playing hookie, making
co-worker something out of nothing the need to express to communicate
bad influence to going against the grain, going insane going mad to loving
mixed feelings tension, no pension to more than one dimension, to starving
good influence for attention, hating convention, hating pretension not to
mother or father mention of course, hating dear old mom and dad to riding
half/step sibling your bike, midday past the three- piece suits to fruits to no
brother or sister absolutes to absolut- to choice to the village voice to any
step sibling passing fad to being an us-for once-, instead of a them – la
room matevie boheme la vie boheme ahhemm hey mister- she's my sister
other relative so that's five miso soup, four seaweed salad three soy burger
secret (what) dinner, two tofu dog platter and one pasta with meatless balls
forbidden (what) eww it tastes the same if you close your eyes and thirteen
never spoken orders of fries is that it here? to hand-crafted beers made in
protective over youlocal breweries to yoga, to yogurt, to rice and beans and
protective over me cheese to leather, to dildos, to curry vindaloo to huevos
other (specify) rancheros and maya angelou emotion, devotion, to causing
confidant a commotion creation, vacation mucho masturbation to passion
* thegreatwhiteway ![/b][/font]
well now this plotpage was created by an uber-theatre-nerd by the name
of casey who works on that show called [caution!]. this page took her ages
to make, so she’d appreciate it if you didn’t steal. that being said, if you do
in fact steal, then she will come after you and beat you over the head with all
the heavy books of sheet music to every show that is currently on broadway.
talk about a headache! anywhoo, the songs used are (in order): you won’t
succeed on broadway from spamalot, without love from hairspray, totally
fucked from spring awakening, and la vie boheme from the amazing and
soon-to-be-gone show RENT. colors blended in photoshop. now onto the
rules. please post back if i posted in yours, it’s common courtesy. also, it’d
be nice if you could give me more than one relationship and a good-sized
paragraph to work with. oh, and (save me if you do this) if you put down
“anything” under relationships? you’re going to get a… *hums* “nothing”!
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