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[Feb. 16th, 2007|01:03 am] |
| [ | music |
| | The Hush Sound- Wine Red | ] |
I'm pretty sure you're a flake.
At least it's out. |
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| About a week. |
[Jan. 31st, 2007|10:56 pm] |
you're almost out of this now.
you can undress all of your worlds biggest mysteries before you realize that you must learn to choose your battles.
my only comfort comes with sleep and early morning one-way conversations.
we stick as a fragile paste
in a delicate shell
and there seems no other way out.
i'll keep you with me for a while
with out such a subtle clue to you.
just remember to breathe as you map out each single challange, and i'll be rooting for you at the sidelines.
you're half way out of this now. |
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| Not at all suprised. |
[Dec. 14th, 2006|11:01 pm] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | Jason's. | ] |
| [ | mood |
| |  gloomy | ] |
Jason just came out of the closet. Who else is shocked?
The Story:
Danni, Ted and I were a little tipsy and decided to have a 3-some (we were that bored).
We went into Jason's room for a little privacy...
and we found a shocking surprise....
Jason and Matt were totally 69ing. Then Jason freaked out, and farted in Matt's face. Green apple splatters.
EW.
now comes the...
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Sick.
Really, who else is shocked.
(Ted made me write this) Happy Birthday Jessica. Happy Birthday Denille. |
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| in or out? |
[Sep. 19th, 2006|10:19 pm] |
currently with a frailed sense of style. straying from weavers. starving for reason. fake a smile here and there for friends who are not friends. snapping onto the wall to blend in with the rough grey boldness. talk again. get over meaningless things. i felt. the whole in my room gets deeper everyday because someone has no idea. the music makes you laugh, then cry, then laugh. haha. no really, you're hilarious. |
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| It's okay, just weird. |
[Sep. 10th, 2006|12:39 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  exhausted | ] |
| [ | music |
| | imogen heap- just for now | ] |
After lack of air to the brain for some time it becomes apparent that the heart will always bite after rejection- Small soft nibbles to the skin after large leaps toward unattainable nectareous characters. Bite bite. Smile while you chew. |
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| (no subject) |
[Sep. 8th, 2006|12:17 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  giddy | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Joseph Arthur- Honey and the moon | ] |
Life is good. School starts in a little over a week. Can't wait to be healthy again. Big hair change tomorrow. Karaoke also. |
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| A nice bit of cleaning? |
[Jul. 31st, 2006|06:53 pm] |
3 more steps to breathing right again
I’ve got to get out of this place before the water rushes in
Your eyes may brush past the sight of my skin as fire
It’s not intimidation, oh no. I just get furious.
Hold the phone, I’m getting sick… surprise.
I can fathom every filthy act you chose- stupid and restless.
Here’s to the wish that my head wouldn’t fall to my stomach
All the damn time.
The thought that’s sure is spending forever staring at the view outside.
Not sure if I can touch anything.
Someone ought to do some dusting in here. |
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| Yeah. |
[Jul. 27th, 2006|07:17 pm] |
| [ | music |
| | Underoath- Returning empty handed | ] |
timing is everything, but not on my side. support is everything, says the hand that clamps my chest to keep me upright. |
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| (no subject) |
[Jul. 20th, 2006|09:12 pm] |
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after several failed attempts to drive. i stand. feet grounded, almost burried. i wait for the sky to give me an answer, or at least cure this dry, cracked feeling. door number one will remain closed and locked tight. so i stare and i think and i feel and i melt. i will spend my whole life trying to get away from this point. door number one. big, red, shiny door. behind you lies miles of dead earth and despair, and somewhere beyond your neglected world is a thriving tree. this tree provides shade over the door where i wait. ... feels like home, smells like home. but i will never taste you. i know too much. |
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| Too much time has passed too fast. |
[Jun. 30th, 2006|11:42 pm] |
sleepy time is over, my dear.
here, eat this plate of my remains.
casual talk has overgrown just like the weeds outside this broken down house. i slaved away to make something beautiful. i sweat years off my life, still i feel too aged to function.
nothing left to do but tear, tear, tear down the house.
and eat the bulbs from the ground.
i can still feel the weather in my veins.
i cant just outgrow this, and you are so selfish. i want to shower 5 times a day because i believe it just might make me worthy eventually. scrub scrub. some nice soothing oils might do the trick.
i walked 10 miles yesterday and felt absolutely nothing. it was much more depressing than sitting around at home. home is depressing when nothing makes it home. and home.
...and home.
grind this up and drink it in. stop being so dense. repeat recipe. |
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