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17 Again

It’s my birthday so I thought I’d do a little art project – with your help, of course.

A little art project

Me @ 17. My hair is blue. Yes, I’m a dork.

It’s my birthday.

To celebrate, I’m just going to work out. It’s OK, I did a lot of living last week.

I’ve updated my pictures per a reader’s request.

Now…I want something from you.

I think it’s fair; I pour out all my insanity for your entertainment, but once in a blue moon, I’m going to ask you to do something for me, besides get me soup (which no one did, not that I’m bitter):

  • Call this number: 1.XXX.XXX.XXXX and listen to the directions. (20070419 EDIT: thanx! I’ve gotten all the voices I can use)
  • Wait a sec and then say your name/LJ name
  • Wait another sec and read the below work, I Remember Seventeen
  • If you screw up, hit # and start again.

Remember to change the fifth line to the proper age from when you were 17 (ie, if you’re 29, change the line to read Man, twelve years ago).

If you’re a chick, I have no idea what to change lines 9 an 14 to; I leave it up to you to figure that part out.

Since we’re are not dating, please keep your crazy to yourself – I’m deleting everything else that deviates.

Read it how you read it. I wanna hear your voice reading it the way you would read it.

It’s only fair

You know what I sound like.

I remember seventeen

I remember seventeen,
All my ways and means,
All my little dreams.

I remember seventeen
Man, seventeen years ago
Back when I had flow
(Or I had thought so)

Love’s simple, the beauty queen.
My friends, all on the scene;
trying to be cool,
looking like some fools.

But I thought I was pretty slick
with the pretty chicks.
But really, I had no flow
and those girlies, they laid me low.

Back then it all meant so much,
all those little cuts,
everything that sucked.

Me, a stupid kid
hoping to be big.

Course, it’s a little sad
all my memories;
how different I thought I’d be
from my current state of me.

Still, sometimes, so far away
sometimes, like yesterday,

yeah, I remember seventeen.

All those little cuts…

Location: @ my parents in front of an ice cream sandwich
Mood: pensive
Music: I had so many crashes That I couldn’t feel at all and it feels like I’m 17 again

8 replies on “17 Again”

you remind me of another "seventeen" song… i only heard it several times but l found on google..I learned the truth at seventeenThat love was meant for beauty queensIn high school girls with clear skinned smilesWho married young and then retiredThe valentines I never knewThe Friday night charades of youthWere spent on one more beautifulAt seventeen I learned the truthAnd those of us with ravaged facesLacking in the social gracesDesperately remained at homeInventing lovers on the phoneWho called to say come dance with meAnd murmured vague obscenitiesIt isn't all it seemsAt seventeenA brown eyed girl in hand me downsWhose name I never could pronounceSaid, Pity please the ones who serveThey only get what they deserveAnd the rich relationed hometown queenMarried into what she needsA guarantee of companyAnd haven for the elderlyRemember those who win the gameLose the love they sought to gainIndebentures of qualityAnd dubious integrityTheir small town eyes will gape at youin dull surprise when payment dueExceeds accounts receivedAt seventeenTo those of us who knew the painOf valentines that never cameAnd those whose names were never calledWhen choosing sides for basketballIt was long ago and far awayThe world was younger than todayAnd dreams were all they gave for freeTo ugly duckling girls like meWe all play the game and when we dareTo cheat ourselves at solitaireInventing lovers on the phoneRepenting other lives unknownThat call and say, come dance with meAnd murmur vague obscenitiesAt ugly girls like meAt seventeen

you're welcome! it's kind of depressing so don't listen too many times…(i didn't wish you any wishes)

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