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i think i just need someone to tell me that im going to be okay every once in a while.
im losing it, im breaking down. |
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[May. 28th, 2006|02:26 am] |
they are all liars. but i dont care.
'and i just want you to understand, that im not angry anymore'
even though i know that if this would naver have happend i wouldnt be feeling the way i am now. i alomst want to take back the last 3 years of my life...and try it all again. i would do so many things differently... i hate that feeling. and i always said i would live with no regret. shit son. |
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[Apr. 5th, 2006|09:05 pm] |
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i do need saving |
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[Mar. 20th, 2006|07:03 pm] |
things are fucked up, but i still feel pretty good.
hurry up summer!
im looking forward to napping. |
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[Feb. 1st, 2006|09:42 pm] |
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oh boy. |
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[Dec. 8th, 2005|07:15 pm] |
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peaceNOW! |
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[Nov. 14th, 2005|08:06 pm] |
shit
i think i'm falling... |
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[Oct. 14th, 2005|06:24 pm] |
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:) |
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[Sep. 27th, 2005|04:52 pm] |
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so tall |
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[Sep. 17th, 2005|07:58 pm] |
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i wish i knew what the hell you were talking about half of the time...Vague as fuck. |
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[Aug. 18th, 2005|11:54 am] |
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i wish i was going on a cool adventure. |
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[Jul. 14th, 2005|09:16 pm] |
1. tell love you are going to junior's deli on flatbush avenue in brooklyn to pick up a chesecake, and if loves stays, it can have half. it will stay
2. tell love you want a momento of it and obtain a lock of its hair. burn the hair in a dime-store incense burner with yin/yang symbols on three sides. face southwest. talk fast over the burning hair in a convincingly exotic language. remove the ashes of the burnt hair and use them to paint a mustache on your face. find love. tell it you are someone new. it will stay.
3. wake love up in the middle of the night. tell it the world is on fire. dash to the bedroom window and pee out of it. casually return to bed and assure love that everything is going to be all right. fall asleep. love will be there in the morning |
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[Jul. 13th, 2005|04:21 pm] |
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i'm such a goddamn liar. |
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[Jun. 26th, 2005|07:23 pm] |
I'M A GOOD PERSON!!
...fuckers |
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[Jun. 10th, 2005|08:48 pm] |
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ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhohohohhhhhhhhhhohohoifeellikecrying |
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[Jun. 1st, 2005|08:13 pm] |
i'm not sorry,
and yet...i very much am
at the same time. |
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[May. 25th, 2005|07:12 pm] |
We held hands on the last night on earth.
Our mouths filled with dust, we kissed in the fields and under trees,
screaming like dogs, bleeding dark into the leaves.
It was empty on the edge of town but we knew everyone floated
along the bottom of the river.
So we walked through the waste where the road curved into the sea
and the shattered seasons lay,
and the bitter smell of burning was on you like a disease.
In our cancer of passion you said, "Death is a midnight runner."
The sky had come crashing down like the news of an intimate suicide.
We picked up the shards and formed them into shapes
of stars that wore like an antique wedding dress.
The echoes of the past broke the hearts of the unborn
as the ferris wheel silently slowed to a stop.
The few insects skittered away in hopes of a better pastime.
I kissed you at the apex of the maelstrom and asked
if you would accompany me in a quick fall,
but you made me realize that my ticket wasn't good for two.
I rode alone.
You said, "The cinders are falling like snow."
There is poetry in despair, and we sang with unrivaled beauty,
bitter elegies of savagery and eloquence.
Of blue and grey.
Strange, we ran down desperate streets and carved our names in the flesh of the city.
The sun was stagnated somewhere beyond the rim of the horizon
and the darkness is a mystery of curves and lines.
Still, we lay under the emptiness and drifted slowly outward,
and somewhere in the wilderness we found salvation scratched
into the earth like a message. |
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[May. 19th, 2005|08:18 pm] |
dont tell anyone but....
oh i'm tough. |
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[Apr. 28th, 2005|09:24 pm] |
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Think i'm going for a walk now
i feel a little unsteady
i don't want noone to follow me
except maybe you
i could make you happy, you know
if you weren't already
i could do a lot of things
and i do
Tell you the truth i prefer the worst of you
too bad you had to have a better half
she's not really my type
but i think you two are forever
and i hate to say it, but you're perfect together
So fuck you
and your untouchable face
fuck you
for existing in the first place
and who am i
that i should be vying for your touch
who am i
bet you can't even tell me that much
2:30 in the morning
my gas tank will be empty soon
neon sign on the horizon
rubbing elbowes with the moon
safe haven of the sleepless
where the deep fryer's always on
radio is counting down top 20 country songs
Out on the porch the fly strip is
waving like a flag in the wind
you know i really don't look forward
to seeing you again
You look like a photograph of yourself
taken from far far away
and i won't know what to do
and i won't know what to say
Except fuck you...
i see you when i'm so perplexed
what was i thinking
what will i think of next
where can i hide
in the back room there's a lamp
that hangs over the pool table
and the fan that's on it swings
gently side to side
there's a changing constellation
of balls as we are playing
i see orion and say nothing
the only thing I can think of saying is
fuck you... |
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[Apr. 20th, 2005|08:29 pm] |
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i would like a rocket-ship please. |
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