dear delilah








Fathers, be good to your daughters; daughters will love like you do.

you are the strength and the weight of her world

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Stream her with roses and daisies, dear mother,
let all that she speak be all that that she hears.
For no higher, no higher let her forehead doth grow;
and so dote, dote my mother, my mother so dear
and let her run free with a conscience so clear


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Wednesday, 3 October 2007
you are my sweetest downfall

Because I did so shittily (I coined this marvelous word), I now have a direction for studying.

See? There's an upside to everything. Yeah, I have to work super hard, but its because of this that I will grow, and I will create that wonderful connection with this school, teachers and friends alike.

Frankly, I can't wait.
So yeah, thank God for ketchupy results (also coined by me.)

I don't know if I can haitus. Writing on this blog keeps me alive. Or sane, at least.


Beneath the sheets of paper lies are truths.
I have to go, I have to go.

Your hair was long when we first met.
Samson went back to bed,
hardly any hair left on his head
he ate a slice of wonderbread,
and went right back to bed.
The history books forgot about us,
and the bible never mentioned us.
The bible never mentioned us,
not even once.

he told me that I've done alright
and kissed me till the morning light