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[24 Apr 2006|02:20pm]
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?
1 breath || emptylungs

this day like any other [14 Feb 2006|01:29am]
i like it the day after. when you tell me that you miss me. but what about the strain?
1 breath || emptylungs

[03 Feb 2006|04:04pm]
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.
5 breaths || emptylungs

[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
1 breath || emptylungs

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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i wrote you a letter, it hasn't been sent, now that's something to talk about [12 Jul 2005|11:58pm]
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2 breaths || emptylungs

Damn the agreement! [16 Jun 2005|04:45pm]
[ mood | accomplished ]

A wonderful story...Collapse )

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when fighting a losing battle [02 Jun 2005|10:10pm]
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]];P4RT//0N3: cold brisk walk]);
]];P4RT//TW0: climb in bed]);
]];P4RT//THR33: climb under bed]);


1 breath || emptylungs

this is just a meta-for life [23 Feb 2005|04:03pm]
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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suicide is not an option, it's a last resort

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