Date: 2008-05-23 09:02 Subject: Alphaville - "Forever Young" Security: Public Disposition: excited Drug: Library Noises Tags: inspiration, lyrics

Let's dance in style, lets dance for a while
Heaven can wait we're only watching the skies
Hoping for the best but expecting the worst
Are you going to drop the bomb or not?

Let us die young or let us live forever
We don't have the power but we never say never
Sitting in a sandpit, life is a short trip
The music's for the sad men

Can you imagine when this race is won
Turn our golden faces into the sun
Praising our leaders we're getting in tune
The music's played by the mad men

Forever young, I want to be forever young
Do you really want to live forever, forever and ever
Forever young, I want to be forever young
Do you really want to live forever? Forever young

Some are like water, some are like the heat
Some are a melody and some are the beat
Sooner or later they all will be gone
Why don't they stay young

It's so hard to get old without a cause
I don't want to perish like a fading horse
Youth's like diamonds in the sun
And diamonds are forever

So many adventures couldn't happen today
So many songs we forgot to play
So many dreams swinging out of the blue
We let them come true

Forever young, I want to be forever young
Do you really want to live forever, forever and ever
Forever young, I want to be forever young
Do you really want to live forever, forever and ever

Forever young, I want to be forever young
Do you really want to live forever?

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Date: 2008-05-23 22:15 Subject: Graduation Chronicles #1 Security: Public Disposition: determined Drug: Alphaville - "Forever Young" Tags: double drabble

Graduation Chronicles #1: Rearview Mirror

Notes: A double drabble written during my last VHS class (because I'm such a dedicated, diligent student, even until the very last), cross-posted at fictionpress just for kicks and giggles.

There were no more string, no more boundaries, no more locked doors with long missing keys.

Danny clutched a paper in her fist. The paper. The one that she'd worked so tirelessly in the pursuit of for twelve years, twelve long, interminable years. And now she was free. The gas tank of her old clunker was as full as she could afford. A bag of Cheeto's sat in the passenger seat, her co-pilot. She adjusted the rearview mirror, setting the fuzzy dice swinging.

Her grandmother's ancient Polaroid camera was stashed away in the glove compartment, ready to document what Danny hoped would be a  wild ride.

And as she pulled out the drive way, with only a five spot in her pocket and caffeine running through her veins, she glanced into the rearview mirror and remember why she was so anxious to leave.

Danny was beyond these drab surroundings and soon she'd prove it. With both hands clutching at the steering wheel as if her life depended on it, she pulled out of the gravel drive way and into the poorly lit street, all the while vowing never to look back into that rearview mirror again.

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