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all of your fears are well founded and true.
all my hands are calloused and cruel.
all of my arrows that riddle you through
are bullets that fire me back into you.
all of the rivers are boiling with thirst.
all my hands are covered in earth.
all of my children that gnash with their teeth
are paperback novels and dogs scratching fleas.
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[22 Oct 2009|06:46pm] |
the one who seeks through science.
the one who searches for religion.
the one who finds it through philosophy.
the one who finds it through mysticism.
Whatever manner we seek the truth,
we find it in the end.
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| I LOVE YOU JESUS CHRIST! |
[18 Oct 2009|02:48am] |
all these old feeling come back so sweet and comforting.
all these new feelings so cold and painful.
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[01 Oct 2009|06:38pm] |
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alone again.
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[28 Sep 2009|02:22pm] |
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left to choose between starving for my art,
or starving for incompetence.
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[27 Sep 2009|04:04pm] |
i don't want a wall of silence like before.
i can't let that happen between you and I.
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[22 Jul 2009|12:20am] |
totally broke.
shitty job.
but completely happy.
love.
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| the Tempest. |
[04 Jun 2009|02:49am] |
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"what seest thou else
in the dark backwards and abysm of time?"
Wm. Shakespeare
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[17 May 2009|03:09am] |
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godfuckingdamnit
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| dream |
[16 Apr 2009|01:39am] |
i had a dream i was an Astronaut.
we were strapped in ready to launch and i felt nauseous.
we lifted off and shot into the air with hundreds of people watching and cheering and suddenly the cabin filled with flames and the shuttle exploded. and i felt the intense shock and sadness and depression and frustration and anger at what had happen. but i was dead.
what does this mean!?
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[18 Mar 2009|02:11am] |
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i am long gone.
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[14 Feb 2009|11:22pm] |
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music |
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Iron Lung |
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Might be moving to Olympia/Seattle, Washington by Sept. with the dudes!?
don't know if i can get my hopes too high yet.
this could happen!?.... please!
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| oh god. |
[24 Dec 2008|07:29pm] |
see, i don't know why i don't fall in love.
but i keep fucking myself and i ruin everything thats good.
i cant make it work. i cant make it stop.
these things i take soo casual meen soo much more somehow.
kill me. make this stop. i only want what i cant have.
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[11 Nov 2008|02:50am] |
i dont know if i've given up or im just waiting anymore.
i dont think i'll ever get closure.
this will haunt me the rest of my life.
why cant i move on. nothing helps.
well,i've put out this 'solo' project record ep thing.
most of the songs i wrote about a lil less than a year ago, just now getting them out.
i think its pretty funny. check it out.
Blood and Cloth.
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[22 Sep 2008|12:27am] |
( trapped )
in one month and one day i will be 21.
it scares me. i dont think i can handle myself.
this has been the worst year of my life.
this is the last month of it.
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