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Britt Nicole--join the Britt Nicole group-http://www.last.fm/group/Britt+Nicole





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I will be friends with anyone....I am not a music snob,so don't be afraid to ask.



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I live on music.Somedays I need christian.Somedays I need pop.Somedays I need country.Somedays I need rocknroll.Somedays I need abnormality.It all depends on how I feel.Basicly,music is my daily drug.I strive for spiritual progress,and music helps me with that.Music helps me stay in the moment.When I'm at peace,I enjoy writing music(lyrics and music).
I am a proud University of Pittsburgh Panther alumni...

The Best Punt Return In History!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
http://es.youtube.com/watch?v=vV3g2Z-0ExA


Boston Legal is my favorite TV show,because the Alan Shore character(played by James Spader)is pretty much just like me.
Only difference being is that I am a Republican.
I love beaches,sunrises,my horses,and clear night skies.Astronomy is perhaps my second love.

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Larry Fitzgerald-The PITT boy-is the best wide-out in football.


Time is a predator,it keeps stalking all of us.Yet,time is the most precious thing of all,so don't
waste it,because you could never get it back.

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Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed,and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction,while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.

Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand,
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in the sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs,while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

The USA, I feel, stands at such a juncture !!!!
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"THE glories of our blood and state
Are shadows, not substantial things;
There is no armour against Fate;
Death lays his icy hand on kings:
Sceptre and Crown
Must tumble down,
And in the dust be equal made
With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
Some men with swords may reap the field,
And plant fresh laurels where they kill:
But their strong nerves at last must yield;
They tame but one another still:
Early or late
They stoop to fate,
And must give up their murmuring breath
When they, pale captives, creep to death.
The garlands wither on your brow;
Then boast no more your mighty deeds!
Upon Death’s purple altar now
See where the victor-victim bleeds.
Your heads must come
To the cold tomb:
Only the actions of the just
Smell sweet and blossom in their dust.


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