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"Songs About Rain," Gary Allan |
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sit back. enjoy the plane ride with the one_way ticket to some place where dreams are fabricated. speaking in riddles that will never be decoded are a requirement, in order to keep the sacred pact with the one to whom all things are preached about.
on_edge chaos will linger. rust will find a way to spread through the concrete, and perhaps a memory will finally cross your mind.
heres hoping the light bulb flickers, a smile graces your face, and that you are more than comfortable and content in this new_found world.
ill be sending postcards in the form of glances and conscious mind+ramble.
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[06 Apr 2007|05:03am] |
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"Hate Me (Acoustic)," Blue October |
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some sort of specific reasoning would justify the sort of m e l o d r a m a t i c voice. there would have been the most beautiful spread of souls, there and perhaps that is why these sort of ideals that crept up never seemed to come to full fruition.
there is not [one] day that does not find some way to weasel its way into the memories of what could have been if one had just tried a little harder. this is all human nature. why does it feel like there is only one person going through it at one point in time?
//the one thing that always tore us apart is the one thing i won’t touch again. in a sick way, i want to thank you for holding my head up late at night, while i was busy waging wars on myself, you were trying to stop the fight. you never doubted my warped opinions on things like suicidal hate; you made me compliment myself when it was way too hard to take. . .//
they took away the coping mechanism. he never attempted promises. why believe? lies fall from lips like burning embers, and shine so beautifully.
looks are so tastefully deceiving, eaten, and dissolved like there was never a problem to begin with.
when are the questions allowed to flood in?
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[22 Jan 2006|12:35am] |
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"Rev. 22:20," Pusifer |
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caught up not a moment too soon. dead like the times that fell from the pages; the words escaping from pupils sing of praise and the slightest piece of decete. praise to the come and gone, and thank the end of the stick.
eyeliner was never a forte captured in those fingertips that stook like the snowflakes upon the windsheild. and breathing in deeply at a constant sort of insane interval creates the illusion of that euphoria that secretly was locked away. deep in the sanity of all of this, cracks have bent and crumbled, and its nearly impossible to decipher what shall be deemed a necessity.
for what, who knows. . .
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[02 Oct 2005|09:06pm] |
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"People are People," A Perfect Circle |
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. . .wonder if its able to re_appear without a moments notice? have the slighets idea as to whats going on. and the only way to explain the symptoms it to say the word heavy. like a lead balloon.
gathered information wouldnt stand a chance, in this chaotic setting. and the humidity can go and fuck itself hardcore. . . it would be a dream of mine.
razor_sharp edges, come hither.
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[09 Apr 2005|11:29pm] |
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"Lie in Our Graves," Dave Matthews Band |
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if the nights could be guaranteed to hold a rush of happiness and spontaneity, then one might as well figure that the mornings were always worth living through. theres something within that screams out, and in different directions it demands as the footsteps grow closer but sound farther than the earliest recollection.
when and if something became of dreams, then what would someone have to look forward to? perhaps its worth having a mindless journey through the darkest depths of black, if what youve always searched for is found. . . sure to be solitary, but not confined.
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[12 Dec 2004|06:00pm] |
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"Blindfold," Morcheeba |
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dont know why infatuation drives the blonde to go crazy. . . just a step above, perhaps. or maybe theres a missing link. being neglected, or over looked. who knows what the reasoning behind the upbeat voice may be.
does it matter between college, moving, and the military. well itll make or break the girl. just you wait. and the specifics will douse the sweetest, most passionate flames. find me by fireside, and well catch up.
im prepared to throw myself back into this.
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[21 Jun 2004|11:54pm] |
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"Svefn-g-englar," Sigur Ros |
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two lovers on a twin bed while the icelandic melodies skip softly into each ear. smiles through eyes and lollipop kisses. . . one blink of an eye is enough to set the soul on fire and cause the greatest mess ever imagined.
id endure hell and thensome if i could hold you in my arms, tonight.
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[21 Jun 2004|03:49pm] |
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"You Are," Jimmy Wayne |
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he left with a smile and a wave. it was the end perhaps of something awful that could turn into something good. and one week isnt enough time without to justify just how i feel. the songs on the television, well, theyll make any set of eyes water with the right thoughts in mind and just tell yourself that this is what you really want.
its what she wanted originally, and how ironic too that things have happened to make her dreams fall into place, now just dial in some numbers or write yourself out and have me something to look forward to sometime soon.
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[18 May 2004|08:36pm] |
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"Duality," Slipknot |
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and things spin, because there is no sense to the insanity that seeps from left to right; up down, strike up the band and well put our faces back on. upside_down, gotcha -- good job my darling, youre looking so graceful.
in your black attire, we got our handguns packed and our momentos are sitting on the shelves of our mind. chaotice essembly required, now_a_days, you cuntlicking c o c k. cant you join in, call me.
can you hear me now? your so fucking close that i can feel you breathing down my spine and youre calming my blood. youre nothing but dirt; youre nothing but me in your nothingface shoes and confused mind.
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[09 May 2004|10:39pm] |
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"Aenima," TOOL |
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sent the whole shabang that_a_way, with a few choice words. none of the fancier, demeaning sort to him. . . those, rather of dispair, as her tooth laid outside of her mouth. shes got the dript_drop stripes and every time i think, i think of laying; getting and receiving. nevermind your lack of terminology.
cooperating under such circumstances is of great importance, but i had hoped and prayed to a nameless face that this would never happen until our eyes had officially met.
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[27 Apr 2004|04:38pm] |
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"What Might Have Been," Little Texas |
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night lights. screaming mechanisms. . . do you see me, can you feel me through the clouds of smoke and the staggering people we call friends? id rather not think, but this brain aches like a potato without its skin. can you picture it?
there will be more sunshine, better weather, and yes. . . the achievement of letting go in the middle of the forest: back_down.
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[17 Apr 2004|09:17pm] |
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"Orange Crush," REM |
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pardon the excavation. . . im attempting to change some undercover work; i knew you would understand.
electric blender quiet,
just one kiss
burns the building down -- some riot
that sends us into the abyss.
and the trees,
they're standing alone in june
with leaves the color of peas
and nearby flowers colored prune.
your heart of crystal
still lays as evidence, on the bar,
next to the pistol. . .
our first weapon; a guitar,
its how our love was brooded,
or at least that's what we concluded.
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darkened lips of thunder,
your voice, it blows me away.
and, the covers, we were under...
finding how love goes, and works
as the drip-drop rain falls
from your body, and onto mine in the night.
there was something about the pain,
the lust, and perhaps your might
that kept me high; so intoxicated
your strength was the equivalent of lightning;
eyes like the sky.
and only your ghost is frightening,
when i acknowledge the trees
and hear your voice rustling breeze.
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night light
sprawled out
as the hope’s been misspent --
compliments of the ceiling fan
as it whirred about
in the middle of the night.
and...
oh dolly, I don’t
think you understand me.
they’re all things free,
and I can’t reach them,
I can’t get the phone to ring
the right way. . .
pick (me) up.
its okay,
I know you won’t.
So it’s back to bed,
as thoughts still run
about in my head:
those little girls,
you’ve got to
clip them, and cut them out
of your mind. those
pulled apart and sewn together sisters –
what were they thinking?
you won't be there for always and for ever,
so, cant a girl get a refund?
and. . .
oh dolly, this is
where you play their
parts because you love me more
and you’ll say,
“...because insanity never looked
like lies, in the eyes
of trust and strength;
they’ve truly forgotten about you.”
. . .thanks for your patience.
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[17 Apr 2004|06:58pm] |
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"The Outsider," A Perfect Circle |
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three 2 one. . . shit_fuck. the government must be going under, but its okay -- it was your day. youre screaming from the boat at this moment. he made me smile, times ten_hundred. talk some more, its okay. i dont mind it when i hear you. . . you sing, he sang, we sang like it was the end of the world and this was our poison. did you pinch your nipple and look at your neighbor to see if they were convulsing, or in any way offended by what you had done? never you worry, mother.
i saw you, in the light. . . shirt off, and i listened to the soundcheck and saw the lights before we trudged through the doors. by your tour bus, i melted over and over again, as he asked for a lighter.
did you enjoy the company like i had?
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[15 Apr 2004|08:14pm] |
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"The Package," A Perfect Circle |
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emotionally charged day. dont touch; its static, you know. . . so certainly, shes in the port_a_potty, and there are planes all over the ground. is it the end or is it just some sort of hoax? i think that if you knew the better half of me, you would see why this is just some lost cause. its the last roll, dont fail me now.
ill send my regards to the family, with a sullen face. you take off and rip it, right before my eyes. dig deep, dig low. . . are you going far enough away from me? dont grow, just change here and now. go cheese, go.
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[14 Apr 2004|10:20pm] |
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"Orange Crush," REM |
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oo. . . look kids, its something different. oy vey. so yeah. . . ask me three questions; no more, no less. they can be about anything -- anything at all.
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[14 Apr 2004|10:03pm] |
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"Staralfur," Sigur Ros |
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secret message phone and a smile more valuable than any diamond. . . i want you to know everything, just so you can call at any hour of the night and know that ill be here always. i want to give you the world, keep nothing from you. where are you now?
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[13 Apr 2004|08:58pm] |
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"Svefn-g-englar," Sigur Ros |
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touch you, and then it would all end. give you the world, and you would find happiness, but it wouldnt be enough to save me from falling and suffocating outside of the atmosphere. denial, its the best thing ive got stacked up. and i want to spill myself out onto a blank sheet of paper -- writing nonsense and making it look like a lost language. silk pants are always comfortable, when youre not around and i dream. sheer curtains do justice a service too, of course. . . but who would have thought that your eyes were the ones being spied, as waking up is a ritual? three_and_a_half years later, and still. . . there is no end to this beloved purgatory, and im not sure if either of your realize just how i feel.
im always quiet, when the weather changes. . . click, click goes the dialtone.
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[09 Apr 2004|05:13pm] |
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"Low (Like Being Stone)," Cracker |
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skipping records without the plastic. your smile is stuck in my head, even though i cant see you now. i didnt wait for you to call, although i sat by the phone, talking to all things multicolored. dont waste your time if you cant be in the same boat; but i cant get off this carousel alone. the lone ranger must fine a deserving friend. the humming of the chariot, oh doesnt it make you want to smile and glance over//out the window at what could be falling apart before our eyes.
i want to say that ill be there always, but i cant find the words to hear you speak of the same death; just stick like glue.
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[06 Apr 2004|09:29pm] |
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"White Wedding," Billy Idol |
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something like that. chug it until you feel the urge to vomit -- all over the place, and ill be the one, protecting the good from evil. sharp, and dull. . . sense the feelings already. these empty picture frames wont heal themselves. and, and, and dont forget to leave your scent, for when i come home to an empty bedroom, full of non_existent stench. promise youll smile and die, before. not after, for fear of being obligated.
i wanted to have you near, to feel the jelly upon your skin. but without asking, it all boils down, slowly, like the invalid frog, incoherant, except for death. denial and lies, secrets having to be kept, for fear of hitler coming back from the grave. i wont give up, but i might give in, and. . . just lay there, still -- look at me.
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[05 Apr 2004|07:29pm] |
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"Dialate," Ani DiFranco |
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procrastinating out of luck. its too late at night for parents to be lovers, and for lovers to be foes. i cant bring myself to this level, because im terrified. . . pink green; cats all over. might as well open a zoo, but i cant stop thinking about you, and i want to call you. everything will be candy_coated (lips).
say you will, and ill promise to die tomorrow, if for no better cause.
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