Something random...

A SHORT STORY....
One day, you were walking down the street when you giggled. And so you died laughing. But then, you went to heaven. And it turned out to be another one of your "episodes." So now you like singing a lot.

Thank you random quiz.

^-^

Guess what?

!!**one year**!!
:: three months ::
tomorrow

w00t!

~Brand New Colony~
The Postal Service
I'll be the grapes fermented,
Bottled and served,
With the table set,
In my finest suit,
Like a perfect gentleman.

I'll be the fire escape,
That's bolted to the ancient brick,
Where you will sit,
And contemplate your day.

I'll be the waterwings,
That save you if you
Start drowning in
An open tab,
When your judgement's on the brink.

I'll be the phonograph,
That plays your favorite
Albums back,
As you're lying there,
Drifting off to sleep...
Drifting off to sleep...

I'll be the platform shoes,
And undo what heredity's
Done to you;
You won't have to strain
To look into
My eyes...
My eyes...

I'll be your winter coat,
Buttoned and zipped,
Straight to the throat,
With the collar up,
So you won't catch a cold.

I want to take you far,
From the cynics in this town,
And kiss you on the mouth.
We'll cut our bodies free,
From the tethers of this scene.
Start a brand new colony.

Where everything will change.
We'll give ourselves new names.
Identities erased.
The sun will heat the grounds,
Under our bare feet,
n this brand new colony,
Brand new colony.

Everything will change,
Ooh.
Everything will change,
Ooh.
Everything will change,
Ooh.

Man, I love that song!