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[Aug. 12th, 2009|06:58 pm] |
who am i supposed to be |
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[Jun. 17th, 2009|07:52 pm] |
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| | mountains | ] |
tucked away with my face to the floor and my eyes closed |
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[Jun. 15th, 2009|10:02 pm] |
-young and clear
to be my mother's son;
to smile into a glass of ice water
and know that i am just good enough
the universe is expanding
like a giant rubber band,
too fast
for anyone to notice what's newest
i was always halfway there:
man enough to take the hits
and never say it hurt
too scared to break my
own finger
light bends
around corners
and under doors,
and when i try to make
everything dark, it's
there
worming through
until i can see my hands
we are anvils in the arctic
birds calling for the deaf
little pieces of forever
rubber bands holding hands
expanding in the dark |
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[Jun. 10th, 2009|12:01 am] |
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i never asked to be nobody's nigga |
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[May. 27th, 2009|10:15 am] |
i can't imagine averages without you all. |
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[May. 20th, 2009|01:19 am] |
tomorrow morning i'm going to wake up, point my finger in the air and declare "today, i'm going to make a taco salad!" |
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[May. 20th, 2009|01:06 am] |
dumb
pretty
smile
eyed
golden
piece
of
my
destiny |
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[May. 16th, 2009|10:51 pm] |
my favorite habit is probably also my worst: whenever i finish a glass of water i drop the empty glass and leave it there. awesome. |
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[Apr. 17th, 2009|11:52 pm] |
everything falls apart. |
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[Mar. 21st, 2009|08:56 pm] |
i dont know what im trying to say but im trying to say it |
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[Mar. 21st, 2009|08:50 pm] |
normally i don't wish for people to fail but hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaehahaehahahahahahahaehahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha
im crying on the inside REALLY I AM REALLY I AM REALLY |
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[Mar. 10th, 2009|11:24 pm] |
i know i'm stuck there
between yr. throat and
that digesting thing so
what does it feel like
when i get thrown up
who holds yr. hair back
and how did all these specks
get into my morning light
you never said anything
about my magnificent
bottle collection filled
with different amounts
of stale beer, my
divine orchestra set
up so when a butterfly flaps
its dusty wings over their lips
someone gets drunk in china
all i'm trying to
say is stay away because
i am something harder
and harder |
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[Mar. 6th, 2009|10:03 pm] |
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| | danger m. | ] |
hahahahahhaahhahaahahahahahahahahahaha
ahhahahahahha
aaaaaaaahahahahhahaha |
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[Mar. 3rd, 2009|06:12 pm] |
you walk two miles every day because you can't stand the look in people's eyes when you're trying to find a seat on the bus, you have daydreams where you purchase a gun and rob the bank downtown and walk out slowly and count to one hundred and wait for the police to tackle you in front of the cameras, you try to think of five more clever ways to spend the money before you reach the next corner, you smile awkwardly at the skinny kid with the twitch sitting on the curb, you find yrself thinking of someone who used to be important but isn't anymore, yr. head gets wet on the inside and yr. ears start to feel heavy, someone is calling you from the next room and it sounds like yr. mother. |
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[Mar. 2nd, 2009|10:47 pm] |
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| | knapsack | ] |
yr. skin is a bag of something
rowed up tingles empty and
this is wrong just wrong |
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[Feb. 27th, 2009|10:21 pm] |
i wonder how it is exactly that you know so much about what you're talking about without me telling you and also if you're even meaning to talk about me and this and if you aren't then why does it sound so much like you are. yes there are pointy things inside of me, underneath my skins and wedged between various bones, and yes someone needs to pull them out or at least sit and watch me do it myself and tell me i've done the right thing. yes i pull things apart just to put them back together and yes i grow my hair long in order to pull it out easier, yes i'd like it if you slept over, but only so i could kick you out in the morning and feel awful about it afterwards and give myself an itchy feeling in my gums that only means one thing and only goes away with alcohol, and isn't that just the way everything is? |
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[Feb. 18th, 2009|11:57 pm] |
everything reminds me of
something
in a way i don't want
anything to;
i need to update my
list of "THINGS THAT HURT",
adding:
'2:30 on wednesdays'
'my black jacket'
'straight things'
'built to spill - reasons'
and extending:
'blue shirts in spanish'
to
'all blue shirts'
so i walked to school
in crooked lines
freezing
humming nothing
and just staring
at my shoes
the only good thing about today
is the beer
dribbling down my chin
onto the shirt i'll wear again tomorrow
yellow badge of courage |
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