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all i can do now is count down the days. and every 9th that passes still celebrate. holding on to hope, but how long does hope live?
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| this day like any other |
[14 Feb 2006|01:29am] |
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i like it the day after. when you tell me that you miss me. but what about the strain?
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[03 Feb 2006|04:04pm] |
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radiohead - dollars & cents |
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i keep meaning to call you, but it's hard. i'm still trying to figure out what to say.
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[29 Dec 2005|10:28pm] |
i worry about you a lot. but i'd do more damage if i tried to take responsiblity.
so i'll just worry.
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[14 Aug 2005|10:44pm] |
your spontaneity upon bringing me flowers or dropping my name in rhetoric to the hard-pressed dirty treaded floor then breaking like stemmed wine glass loosed from your three finger grip you mention my endeavors like petals and cheap perfume, vacant on window sills i just sit in the corner, black gaze watching reciting lines like dead beat, hip toss jazz you do nothing so enticing and sweet as keeping me sparse and plain, and neat in a box marked: not to flatter--conjecturally
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| All Things Corporate |
[28 Jul 2005|08:27pm] |
Life occurs in patterns. Patterns that might need to breaking-- Habitual recess, regress. con ethical denouement. with the roles that they have created, and the roles that they have taken. with the players who act out their shoes to the lights you tie to their eyes. a life of fixing and breaking, breaking breaking breaking your shell not fixing mommy. not fixing daddy, but break me break me break me as well. if this is my soliloquy dash dash this is just a pattern of me.
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| when fighting a losing battle |
[02 Jun 2005|10:10pm] |
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B.A18-23<<[ESCAPISM]>>DA2.3 ]];P4RT//0N3: cold brisk walk]); ]];P4RT//TW0: climb in bed]); ]];P4RT//THR33: climb under bed]);
([/to.overcome\\fear--you+mustbecome//fear[(;
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| this is just a meta-for life |
[23 Feb 2005|04:03pm] |
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Muse - Micro Cuts |
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i was digging through the dirt today searching for my roots [in the cemetery]. i came upon a shard of glass [green] that jumped up and tried to bite my finger off.
i bleed profusely.
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| the beginning |
[24 Sep 2003|08:25pm] |
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nothing |
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suicide is not an option, it's a last resort
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