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Name: Tom
Country: United States
State: New Jersey
Birthday: 10/27/1989
Gender: Male
Interests: anime (mostly shojo), manga, movies, books, music (indie rock and opera metal), band (I play trombone, piano, and saxaphone), dry humor and sarcasm, RENT.
Expertise: being offensive, being quiet, being bizzare, all in a days work.
Message: message me
Member Since:
2/13/2004
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| Wow...its finally here.
I have a new journal:
lefableuxdestin.livejournal.com
its public, and people who arent on LJ can comment too! Please comment if you'd like, it would mean a lot :).
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| Job possiblity today. This place thats by my house makes invitations on
the computer, and I may work there part time using my somewhat good
computer skills to do invitations...and other things. It should be
interesting..if it ends up working out.
I watched Kung Fu Hustle AND House Of Flying Daggers last
night...unfortunately they were both really bad. They're both really
colorful, but I didn't really like the sense of humor in Kung Fu
Hustle, it was just really stupid....and House Of Flying Daggers was
boring to me for some reason....action scenes and shiny seem to hold my
attention sometimes, but this wasn't the case this
time...unfortunately....I'm not having a lot of luck with foreign film
lately >_>.
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| Well, that week was long.
Nothing to update about...blah.
Comment on the damn poem, it would be nice...
Movies This Weekend:
C'est La Vie, Mon Cheri (a Chinese film)
House Of Flying Daggers
Kung Fu Hustle
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taken from "The Perks Of Being A Wallflower".
Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Chops"
because that was the name of his dog
And that's what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
and a gold star
And his mother hung it on the kitchen door
and read it to his aunts
That was the year that Father Tracy
took all the kids to the zoo
And he let them sing on the bus
And his little sister was born
with tiny toenails and no hair
And his mother and father kissed a lot
And the girl around the corner sent him a
valentine signed with a row of X's
and he had to ask his father what the X's meant
And his father always tucked him in bed at night
And was always there to do it
Once on a piece of white paper with blue lines
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Autumn"
because that wsa the name of the season
And that's what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
and asked him to write more clearly
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because of its new paint
And the kids told him
that Father Tracy smoked cigars
And left butts on the pews
And sometimes they would burn holes
That was the year his sister got glasses
with thick lenses and black frames
And the girl around the corner laughed when he asked her to go see Santa Claus
And the kids told him why
his mother and father kissed a lot
And his father never tucked him in bed at night
And his father got mad when he cried for him to do it.
Once on a paper torn from his notebook
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Innocence: A Question"
because that was the question about his girl
And that's what it was all about
And his professor gave him an A
and a strange steady look
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door because he never showed her
That was the year that Father Tracy died
And he forgot how the end of the Apostle's Creed went
And he caught his sister making out on the back porch
And his mother and father never kissed or even talked
And the girl around the corner wore too much makeup
That made him cough
when he kissed her
but he kissed her anyway because that was the thing
to do
And at three A.M. he tucked himself into bed
his father snoring soundly
That's why on the back of a brown paper bag
he tried another poem
And he called it "Absolutely Nothing"
Because that's what it was really all about
And he gave himself an A
and a slash on each damned wrist
And he hung it on the bathroom door
because this time he didn't think
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