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~Boycott Love..........~

~I'm coming apart at the seams, pitching myself for leads in other people's dreams, now buzz, buzz, buzz, doc there's a hole where something was, doc there's a hole where something was...~

Those are the opening lines of 'Disloyal order of Water Buffaloes', an amazing song by Fall Out Boy. By now you must know that I love FOB. that being said, those lines are so hauntingly beautiful and have for the past few weeks been the summation of my state of mind, amongst other things...

However, seeing as this is my blog of light and happiness, i wont talk about those feelings here. Instead, i'll quote a line from the song and tell you what I think. This sorta feels like Harry Essang's lit class. Anyways....

"I promise you anything for another shot at life,imperfect boys with their perfect lives, nobody wants to hear you sing about tragedy"

I understand the feeling of desperation, when you' give anything to have just one thing back. even for a second. And you convince yourself that if you do that thing or a combination of things, you'd have it back. You miss the lifetime that has gone by and want it back. Good or bad. It becomes an unending drug, an untameable addiction, an insatiable religion. It becomes your sole reason for everything. As you wait in vain. But in this, you almost stop talking about it. Because lets face it, nobody really wants to hear the sounds of another person's aching heart. It makes us uncomfortable. Afterall, how many sorrys can one say. So you keep it inside you. Until the desperation turns to hate, and eats you alive.

So, boycott love.....

#np: Disloyal order of water buffaloes

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=djgmLzTHwY

Enjoy
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Nee Fe Mi said…
But u just said it tho, u cant afford to keep it inside, so u gat to let it out - it gets better, i tell u and u cant boycott love "Love inspires miracles.
December 15, 2009 at 1:51 AM
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