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ok, as a statement of fact I am an extremely big fan of The Killers. As some of you may know they just released a new album called Day and Age.
If you haven't bought it yet then you're loser smile
but, if you want to listen to the magic of the album for free online here is a link to their yspace page, where they have the rest of their songs on their as well smile
that is all smile

http://www.myspace.com/thekillers


Oh and P.S. if anyone finds anything on Gaia related to The Killers I'll buy it from them. thankees biggrin

two in a row isnt how i roll, you'll have to wait if you like them that much >.>
anyways, this is a purely social entry today.
To my friends(all six of them xd ) I'm just looking for people on here that would like to talk outside of gaia. No i dont mean ill give you an adress and i'll meet up with you and turn out to be a cereal killer(though i do like cereal). No, this is just me asking my friends and the others that read ths journal if they have Myspaces or AIM accounts that they don't mind sharing with me so i can add them. No obligation or purchase required, offer valid anytime for anyone(except crazies that annoy me when i'm in one of my all to common bad moods) but noboy i know from here is crazy like that so yes.
as an act of good faith here is my myspace URL though it is set to prvate so you have to be a friend to see it: http://www.myspace.com/jesusinyourhouse

My AIM i will keep to myself instead of posting in a public forum cause it's also my email and i dont wanna get spammed.
contact me for that smile
Ich habe der Cheese(don't know the word for cheese in german yet...)

This is just another poem from another one of those moods, hope you enjoy.



The Water
Fire on the water
Heed the siren's song
Listen to the children
Hear them hum along

Oil in the water
With bloody tears and sweat
Corruption in the system
In stone these things are set

Death under the water
Decaying hopes and dreams
Face down in the muddy banks
You'll hear the muffled screams

Rain above the water
Tears straight from the sky
Humans make the heavens weep
Humans make them cry.

Ok, I am posting all my poems in the arena, but those don't seem likely to be viewed more than a few days after they're posted so, here's the first one titled Fireflies. Enjoy exclaim

Summer evenings fade to grey,
The day is slowly dieing,
The stars and moon come out to play,
The crickets start their crying.

Cicadas chirp like tribal drums,
Their tempo soft and steady,
The nightlife hears a quiet hum,
And stand half-cocked and ready.

Our fireflies descend ablaze,
The night is burnt by fire,
The children catch the wandering strays,
A torch they do desire.

A jar of light they take inside,
A treasure, or so it seems,
But human ears they do decide,
To ignore the fire's screams.

One by one the lights go out,
They dwindle down to ashes,
The children wake only to pout,
The fire no longer flashes.

Except for one that heard the pain,
A pure soul clean as light,
And as long as it doesn't rain,
Our fire returns tonight.