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Life is what happens to you while you're busy making other plans.

Darling, darling, darling joy.

Created on 2005-02-01 20:16:47 (#5986577), last updated 2005-07-14

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Name:	corpse bride
Birthdate:	01-27
Website:	gutterstars.com

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{Capuletta}

{About Me}
Hiya, this is my journal. This is my life in the making, so it's friend's only, so that I know who the hell is reading this thing.

I am a bit eccentric, to tell you the truth. But I am coming to grips with that. Meaning, that I am trying to get used to myself, but that's basically what we are here for, on this earth. As Oscar Wilde said: "The aim of life is self-development. To realize one's nature perfectly - that is what each of us is here for". So you get a lot of "soul-searching" moments in my journal, and my life, because I truly believe that. Then you'll get the nonsensical stupid entries, about masturbation, and farting, and drinking too much (which for me is, like, two), and vomiting... and it all evens out.

But, because Oscar Wilde knows a lot: "Biography lends to death a new terror", why don't you just add me, rather than read this thing. I mean. I am sure if I went on there would be at least five more quotes.

{Art/Writing}
I have an art/writing/public journal at

lark that you had best join.

As well, I have a site gutterstars.com which is the home of the comic I am currently working on. (Updating one page a week as of right now).

The layout is art by James Jean, from the comic Fables which is just about the best comic book ever, so you have best take a look at it. It was done for me by

lovebang, not I, so don't compliment me on it, because that will make me feel stupid. But the icons were done by me, with all of my cropping power.

{Lyrics}
The Boy That Giggled So Sweet. Emiliana Torrini

He came with the breeze
She told everyone, in the cold
She would hold him and sing a song,
Sweet little Anna, singing her sad, sad song,
To her beautiful boy that giggled so sweet.

The days went by until one little night,
with this one little moon hanging in its black,
Sweet little Anna, whispered her goodnight song,
In the ear of the boy who giggled so sweet.

"My baby, my beauty, my boy, my baby,
What is your favourite song of all songs?
Sweet baby, my love, my darling, my baby,
Forever your rosie little lips won't turn blue.

I won't let nights hurt you,
I won't let them take you,
Take my hand and we'll run up that tree.

I won't let days hurt you,
I wont let them break you,
if so my little heart will die,
if so my tears will freeze and turn grey."

He just stared in her hardworking arms,
His rosie little lips had turned blue,
Sweet little Anna, chanted her goodnight song,
for her beautiful boy that giggled so sweet.

"My baby, my beauty........"

They took the boy who giggled so sweet,
Frozen grey tears glanced on her cheek,
And the goodnight song,
She never stopped singing,
Danced from her lips,
Down the dark grey street.

"My baby, my beauty........"

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