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Birthday:March 06, 1991
Location:Canada
Join Date:09:25pm | Oct 30, '06
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if the sky's gonna fall down let it fall on me
if you're gonna break down you can break on me
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M. E. A. Love Always.
And let us not forget about K
Especially, Janine.

I'm Heather. I like chai in teacups and garden gnomes of all varieties. I like to do laundry, walk outside and embarass myself with bad music. I collect aprons, work better at night and love Pocohontas. I feel guilty a lot, and am hopelessly rooted in the past. My worst fears include Garden shears, Mars Attacks and Darkness Falls. I really love kids and soft music, driving in cars at night. Gil Elvgren and Fritz Willis, Liberation. [/size]


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Tigers Waiting To Be Tamed.

31, 24, 36

Only my blood speaks to you in my veins. [/size]



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bumpy paper thats been written all over
finding homo milk in the fridge
using my favorite pencil and painting my room
hearing Andy's awful music filtering up through two storeys of vents
hearing anna singing softly in my shower since she can't resist
when you turn on the radio and just the right song is playing
using the last kleenex, lighting, mini vans
Nicholas Sparks and Camilla Morton
shyness and oganic fruit
green peace, the dark
romantic comedies, satisfaction and any synonyms of the preceding
finally waking up from that same nightmare
the smell of pink pearl erasers, georgio armani
rasberries and ikea prints

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Give me one 'cause one is best
In confusion, confidence
Give me peace of mind and trust

Don't Forget the Rest of Us

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09:07pm | Oct 11, '08 | Comments(7)
High hopes and turning spokes
alighted from my chains
upon me fell, surrender swelled
up then out like rain

No rest for the weary
not a drop to drink
you heaved me close
but not as far
as my utopian brink

hands that moved and tugged and grew
warm but never match
in fortune's stone, irrevocable
my fate already cast

a foreign tongue rang out to me
in effervescent tones
caressing me with tyranny
in duality you croned

your tree'd borne forbidden fruit
the apple of my eye
was it then or is it now
resonating "why?"