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"i don't steal from books" [26 Apr 2010|04:34pm]
desperation is the raw material of drastic change. only those who can leave behind everything they have ever believed in can hope to escape.
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coloring the void [11 Nov 2009|06:33am]
watching the sun rise in the winter is pretty anticlimactic. it doesn't really rise, the darkness just starts dissapearing, the sky just turns a lighter shade of blue. i feel sick. i want to go back to sleep. ♥
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90 plus days i'm not doing too well... [09 Nov 2009|07:52pm]
why does valerian root smell so bad? overly sensitive olfactory HELL! let's just o.d. & move on from this world... sacrifice ourselves to dionysus? lo lo eleutherios. ♥
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sentimental colloquy [05 Oct 2009|11:11am]
In the deserted park, silent & vast,
Erewhile two shadowy glimmering figured passed.

Their lips were colourless, & dead their eyes;
Their words were scarce, more audible than sighs.

In the deserted park, silent & vast,
Two spectres conjured up the buried past.

"Our ancient ecstasy, do you recall?"
"Why, pray, should I remember it at all?"

"Does your heart at mention of me glow?
Do still you see my soul in slumber?" "No!"

"Ah, blessed, blissful days when our lips met!
You loved me so!" "Quite likely - I forget."

"How sweet was hope, the sky how blue & fair!"
"The sky grew black, the hope became despair."

Thus walked they, 'mid the frozen weeds, these dead,
& Night alone o'erheard the things they said.
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[17 Sep 2009|05:16pm]
[ mood | insipid ]

tired. so tired. so exhausted. want to sleep. cant sleep. have to work. don't want to work. don't want to care. sort of want to try. sort of don't want to try. want what's easy. don't want to take the easy way. at a loss. doing a good job of rationing, so far. we'll see. whiskey? ♥

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my exit, unobserved. my homesickness, absurd. [11 Sep 2009|01:36pm]
talking all about the second & third, when i haven't understood the first.

& she always weighed me down, but afraid i might need her, i kept her around. she wore that phony smile on her face, i guess like a bandage on a wounded place, while i kept the keys to every old lock just in case.

rehearsed indifference tossed aside, our narrow arms spread wide. what unseen pen etched eternal things on the hearts of humankind, but never let them in our minds?

all my laughter ends in emptiness, & a hard rains gonna fall.
& all my medicine causes more illness, & a hard rains gonna fall.

& until i let you go, i didn't know... i didn't know you were never mine at all.

but now i spend my days in ever increasingly complicated ways, convincing myself of the rightness of each word i say. ♥
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[31 Aug 2009|05:06pm]

feels a lot like fall. but it's not.
feels a lot like dopesickness. but it's not.
feels a lot like you. but it's not.

feels a lot like feeling. but it's not.
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remember... [29 Aug 2009|10:00pm]
remember carving pumpkins out in the cold on lsd?
scan your drawings & send them to me to print, color, & send back to you so we can start your book.
same with music, if you want. cotton candy kitty fuck can handle long distance.
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[25 Aug 2009|11:21pm]
get fucked up, get fucked. that's the idea.
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dream [23 Aug 2009|06:04pm]
thinking of you, there's lightning bolts in my chest.
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derealization [23 Aug 2009|12:19pm]
right now...



what is going on? where am i? ♥
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love, love, love [13 Aug 2009|10:34pm]
history certainly does seem to have a way of repeating itself.









over. ♥
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then there will be silence... [11 Aug 2009|11:01pm]
the drunker i am, the better i am at bass.
or, the better i sound to myself.
note to self: remember shakers & hand-claps. ♥
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i might add... [10 Aug 2009|09:58pm]
nothing is harder to understand than a symbolic work. a symbol always transcends the one who makes use of it and makes him say in reality more than he is aware of expressing.

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fall [10 Aug 2009|09:55pm]
n'attendez pas le jugement dernier. il a lieu tous les jours.
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[06 Aug 2009|11:01am]
eros + psyche = hedone.
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punk rock [28 Jul 2009|10:30pm]
do you understand what i'm talking about? have you ever felt like that? when you just couldn't feel anything and you didn't want to either. you know? like that... do you understand what I'm saying sir?
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GOING NORTH TO THE SOUTHPOLE [25 Aug 2008|10:06am]


we played a show in myersville the other day. it was fun.


prettttty cuuuuuutttte! ♥
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buried half-alive. [16 Mar 2008|09:44am]
well this is strange.
just thought i'd say hello. ♥
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[29 Oct 2006|10:59am]
Uh.. hi.

I got a sweet tattoo.

I like to get drunk & impersonate people. & then tip over in their massive heels.

That's about it. ♥
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