About

Hallo there,
Not really sure why you're on my page but it must be because you want to know more about me, right? right? or maybe you're just creepy...Either way, I'm going to tell you about myself.

My name is Marie for future reference.
I read. A lot. Because I don't have a life and I suck at video games... I'm currently re-reading the Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy series for what must be the millionth time and whadda ya know? It also happens to be my favorite book series.
I listen to a lot of music too. (I know, so original! No one else on EARTH listens to music! Ever!) I like the older stuff - Nonono Don't go running away. I'm not one of those plaid wearing, thick black rimmed glasses sporting doushe bag who only listens to obscure older bands from the 70's because "Today's music is to mainstream..." I just prefer the classics. I can't help it, I'm a creature of habit.
I'd try to tell you who my favorite bands were but your ears would fall off. My tops would have to be Zeppelin, Queen and Pink Floyd...and Metallica....And Poison...And ACDC....and Jimi Hendrix...And- *get's smacked* MOVE ON ALREADY
Sorry...Um..i'm teaching myself Piano..So that's kinda interesting? right? right? Not really...
Oh! I'm really REALLY into Doctor who. I also adore Top Gear and am a bit of a Supernatural fan girl... Dexter too for that matter. Hnng... Jennifer Carpenter. *drool*

...I think that's about...it...
Message me if you want to talk, I've been told i'm a pretty cool person....sort of...K, that was a bluff...Oh well..

I'm out sluts! Peace


heart

Hello darkness, my old friend
I've come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence

In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone
'Neath the halo of a street lamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence

And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more
People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening
People writing songs that voices never share
And no one dared
Disturb the sound of silence

"Fools", said I, "You do not know
Silence like a cancer grows
Hear my words that I might teach you
Take my arms that I might reach you"
But my words, like silent raindrops fell
And echoed
In the wells of silence

And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming
And the sign said, "The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls"
And whispered in the sounds of silence