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May. 29th, 2011 | 10:55 pm

i havent used this in years. . .

ive missed the security in knowing that there was this guarded place where i could explain things. it was never about people looking. it was a place to identify myself. a place for personal reflection.

perhaps we can call this a fresh start. over. and over. and over. . . again.

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Apr. 13th, 2007 | 12:11 am
music: "Songs About Rain," Gary Allan

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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Apr. 6th, 2007 | 05:03 am
music: "Hate Me (Acoustic)," Blue October

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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Jan. 22nd, 2006 | 12:35 am
music: "Rev. 22:20," Pusifer

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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Oct. 2nd, 2005 | 09:06 pm
music: "People are People," A Perfect Circle

. . .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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Apr. 9th, 2005 | 11:29 pm
music: "Lie in Our Graves," Dave Matthews Band

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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Dec. 12th, 2004 | 06:00 pm
music: "Blindfold," Morcheeba

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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Jun. 21st, 2004 | 11:54 pm
music: "Svefn-g-englar," Sigur Ros

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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Jun. 21st, 2004 | 03:49 pm
music: "You Are," Jimmy Wayne

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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May. 9th, 2004 | 10:39 pm
music: "Aenima," TOOL

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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