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MeganKDavies
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Name: Megan
Location: Canada
Birthday: 5/19/1985
Gender: Female
Interests: Singing, poetry, dancing, reading and stuff...I thought I already mentioned this
Expertise: Swinging from tree branches in a skirt, opening a door with my mind, blinding people with my lazer eyes (like Clark Kent)...muahahaha
Occupation: Student
Industry: Textiles
Message: message meEmail: email me
Website: visit my website
Member Since:
10/19/2005
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| In concert tomorrow night. Oh my! I cannot contain my excitement!
Take a listen.....
http://www.arts-crafts.ca/themostserenerepublic/discography.php
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| A Happy Song Gone Wrong
These clouds are like hot air balloons
On a collision course this afternoon
And I'd say that more often than not they're white
And far away and underpaid in attention
But they're gonna steal the show tonight with noise and light
These army clouds burst at ten past eight
Disarming the earth with liquid fate
I saluted the general with a firm right hand
And I shook the myth, I worked the land
And the raindrops dissolved into an understanding
They rhythmically fell to the beat on the ivory piano keys
And they played along with a happy song gone wrong
The dusk is her favourite time of day
With the colours of pink and orange
All swirled and swayed and unafraid
And as the earth turns routinely the sun and horizon
Play their hide and seek week after week
Like lovers that leak their secrets far away and underneath
And crude they slowly seep between ivory piano keys
And they played along with a happy song gone wrong
And on, and on a merry-go-round of melody
I'm not singing a happy song gone wrong
I'm not singing, I'm not singing along
-Brock Tyler (from the album "Unclosing" see Megan for details)
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| My mornings aren't always enjoyable. Actually, they rarely are. And by mornings I mean the first half hour to an hour after hitting my alarm clock (sometimes longer). I wake up first hating my alarm clock, then I move on to hating everything that comes to mind (work, shower, breakfast, etc.) as well as hating life in general. Sounds dramatic, but for that short period of time when I first open my eyes to a new day I have come to strategically avoid people because I know how hurt they can become in encountering me. Take for example my roommate Tiffany. We shared a dorm room about 3 years ago, and one morning after waking up I was sitting at my computer and she came over and while pointing to the lines on my face I smacked her hand away so hard that ever since (this is the third year we have lived together) she has not spoken or come near me in the morning until I approach or talk to her first. She has learned a valuable lesson in life. Maybe a more detailed example will help give a better understanding:
One particular morning a couple of days ago I got up at about 7:30am, a half hour later than usual, and walked in a daze toward the bathroom to relieve my blatter. The moment I realized someone was showering already was when it hit me that the normal 7am quiet-time avoidance of my roommate's I experience during the weekdays was not in existence this particular morning. "F*#K off" I yelled at the door outside my other sleeping roommate's door, then hurried downstairs to use the second bathroom. "F*#K off" I yelled a second time to the main floor bathroom's closed door. I ran back upstairs, and my roommate had FINALLY finished showering (even though it had only been about 30 seconds to a minute of waiting it seemed like an eternity within my hatred-filled mind). As I sat on the toilet my other roommate knocked on the door to use the bathroom and instantly my mind yelled "Half a F*#king hour...thats all I slept in and now I am F*#king bombarded by people...what the F*#k??!!!?" (as you have already noticed I use strong swear words when angry). But instead of saying this exact phrase I instead (by some miracle) settled for "UMMM...[pause]...NO!" Thankfully I didn't have to shower, because since moving into this house and using a water-controlled shower head that gives a limited amount of hot water, my usage of curse words have dramatically increased. By the time I went down to the kitchen to eat breakfast it had been about half an hour, and when my roommate's explained to me my behaviour I was by that time able to laugh and reflect on it as if it had all been a dream. So to all of you reading...beware, and never agree to come near me when I first wake up...for the sake of humanity...don't!!!!!!
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| I am currently reading the above book and making my way through Walt's "Song of Myself." I feel I need to share some pretty moving moments in this extended storybook poem, so I hope you enjoy. I know I've been writing quite a bit of poetry lately, but it's the place my head is at, so you have no choice in the matter...muahaha!
Song of Myself (2)
The smoke of my own breath,
Echoes, ripples, buzz'd whispers, love-root, silk-thread, crotch
and vine,
My respiration and inspiration, the beating of my heart, the
passing of blood and air through my lungs,
The sniff of green leaves and dry leaves, and of the shore and
dark-color'd sea-rocks, and of hay in the
barn,
The sound of the belch'd words of my voice loos'd to the
eddies of the wind,
A few light kisses, a few embraces, a reaching around of
arms,
The play of shine and shade on the trees as the supple boughs
wag,
The delight alone or in the rush of the streets, or along the
fields and hill-sides,
The feeling of health, the full-noon trill, the song of me rising
from bed and meeting the sun.
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