JACKSON CITY (WAS LIKE LAS VEGAS)

We got married in a fever, hotter than a pepper sprout,We've been talkin' 'bout Jackson, ever since the fire went out.I'm goin' to Jackson, I'm gonna mess around,Yeah, I'm goin' to Jackson, Look out Jackson town.Well, go on down to Jackson; go ahead and wreck your health.Go play your hand you big-talkin' man, make a big fool of yourself,Yeah, go to Jackson; go comb your hair!Honey, I'm gonna snowball Jackson.See if I care.When I breeze into that city, people gonna stoop and bow. (Hah!)All them women gonna make me, teach 'em what they don't know how,I'm goin' to Jackson, you turn-a loose-a my coat.'Cos I'm goin' to Jackson."Goodbye," that's all she wrote.But they'll laugh at you in Jackson, and I'll be dancin' on a Pony Keg.They'll lead you 'round town like a scalded hound,With your tail tucked between your legs,Yeah, go to Jackson, you big-talkin' man.And I'll be waitin' in Jackson, behind my Jaypan Fan, Well now, we got married in a fever, hotter than a pepper Sprout,We've been talkin' 'bout Jackson, ever since the fire went.I'm goin' to Jackson, and that's a fact.Yeah, we're goin' to Jackson, ain't never comin' back.Well, we got married in a fever, hotter than a pepper sprout'And we've been talkin' 'bout Jackson, ever since the fire went...[To Fade]

My song right now

Well, when youre sitting thereIn your silk upholstered chairTalking to some rich folks that you knowWell I hope you wont see meIn my ragged companyYou know I could never be aloneTake me down little susie, take me downI know you think youre the queen of the undergroundAnd you can send me dead flowers every morningSend me dead flowers by the mailSend me dead flowers to my weddingAnd I wont forget to put roses on your graveWell, when youre sitting backIn your rose pink cadillacMaking bets on kentucky derby dayIll be in my basement roomWith a needle and a spoonAnd another girl to take my pain awayTake me down little susie, take me downI know you think youre the queen of the undergroundAnd you can send me dead flowers every morningSend me dead flowers by the mailSend me dead flowers to my weddingAnd I wont forget to put roses on your graveTake me down little susie, take me downI know you think youre the queen of the undergroundAnd you can send me dead flowers every morningSend me dead flowers by the us mailSay it with dead flowers at my weddingAnd I wont forget to put roses on your graveNo I wont forget to put roses on your grave

Love, Hate, and all that is good in the world

"when God closes 1 door he opens another. even if its hell in the hallway"
-my grandpa


Why is there life? What is truth?
these are questions we answer multiple times during one english period. our classes could be a sitcom. There are always clices flitting off everyones lips, ms. ezz (stupid code names) gets mad at the "flippant" students, reading 5 books at a time, all for her class, (not to mention the pedagogy of the oppressed for social studies. NEVER read it if you know whats good for you), but in many ways, no matter how many times ms. ezz makes you go into the bathroom and cry because of how mean she is over a project, or an offhand/ completely random (that would be me) comment that you've made, its the funnest class of the day....

I go to the strangest school in the history of the world. we answer questions like the ones above daily (not just in english). There are only 32 of us in the graduating class, yet that is the largest graduating class high plains (once again, stupid code names) has ever had. We do everything together. our school goes from preeschool to (im not going to say cause that would give away me and my "comrades" ages (stupid dangearous internet meanies)). we are STRANGE. my friend olive told me miley cyrus ate nick jonas's ring today. (by the way we are one school that has banded together in the effort to root out all loving of miley cyrus). She isnt the only one. My friend Ruffle (she has a blog too) is super amazing. We named her Ruffle because her last name is really cose to that and its funny the way she barks when she says it. i dont think she even means to. (see what i mean? even our sense of humor is strange)

Now on to the title of this post!

• Love: "look what a mess we've made of love, look what a bum we've made of love, look what a mess we've made, we've got ourselves to blame, look what a mess we've made of love" -switchfoot, amunition
• Hate: "dont you know by now, you cant turn bac, because this road is all youll ever have! Its all we ased that your dying dying, just living proof that the cameras lying so open wide this is your night so smile, cuase you'll go out in style" -paramore, fences
• Good: a word ms. ezz hates

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