PARABOLICAL GRAFFITI

All right, let's do this

One, two, three

I want a cup that overflows with love
Although it's not enough to fill my heart
I want a barrel full of love
Although I know it's not enough to fill my heart

I want a river full of love
But then I know the holes will still remain
I need an ocean full of love
Although I know the holes will still remain

And this Swiss-cheese heart knows
Only kindness can fill its holes
And love can dry my tears
As pain disappears

I need a miracle and not someone's charity now...


[ooc: "I Want Love" - Melissa Williamson]

Living as a Jedi is an arduous task
Very noble stuff, but few rewards, now
Serving the Republic with the powers we have
Never taking time to find our own path

Is it worth, hon?
It’s so different from
What I had imagined it would be
Sometimes I find myself
Wondering if I should leave?

It’s cruel, it’s rough, this ongoing indecision
‘bout my life back home
I can’t shake off all the doubt
I don’t ever wanna let down those who stood
Behind me until now.


[ooc: To the tune of Real Emotion, by Jade from Sweetbox. Just imagine Serra singing and dancing with a microphone, Yuna style, in the background before writing this. ;D]

[Now filtered away from LaCroix]

You know what's frustrating?

Well, a lot of things actually. Stubbing your toe; not winning the lottery; realizing your favorite restaurant is closing; bla bla bla.

Having a preacher trying to convert you to Christianity, and instead of just saying "sorry, not interested." You start singing about...I don't know what I was singing. Something about worms, and caverns, and being psychologically beyond reproach...something with evolving, something about the greater good, and dancing chipmunks.

Okay that last part was a lie. But I had the guy convinced that I was possessed by not one, but an entire legion of demons. You want to say "no I am not!" and what comes out is ""What is gone from me was expendable, merely the last aspects of my humanity..."


No, that doesn't make me sound possessed. Not at all.


I'm not singing again. At least not for another year or two.

I hate this bloody city.

If I never hear another rhyme EVER AGAIN, it will be too freaking soon.

Seriously, what was that all about anyhow?

[Faith]
Can I ask you something about this whole singing thing?

[Dean]
So. About the songs from this morning.