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4 more months. Hundreds of miles, a moment away. It's all in the mere form of a moment away. An infinant amount of human cells have shed, millions of movies filmed and premiered. I've gone through quite a bit simpson episodes, and violet crumbles. Metal Gear and Super Smash Brothers shield me from the great unknown outside the gate that shelters my dear lover and i further behind his hands made of scissors. I am an epiphany of wonders spread among the different climates in the universe. Everyday I feel for Joga and the state of emergency. I'm waiting for cherry red dr martens i won on ebay to arrive at my front door. A snickers with green filling awaits in my salvatore ferragamo purse, and i'm constantly blowing poisons from inside out into the very lucky tissue that was manufactured to nuzzle my little nose. Living, it feels good.
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[17 Sep 2006|06:30am] |
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On a day like this, I can cleary state and am highly aware of the mojo rising above the thin air around and inside me. Late nights that turn into early nights of tripping over peg legs. Vunerable, gullible, and oblivious. Oh child, when must we pull your arm from this vast abyss your passing through? I know we all suffer at some point, but following the blood is more cracked up then you think it is. A full 5 minute session of me pulling the devil out from inside. It may have been ugly, but if you let him in, he has to come out someway. Take everything I say lightly, i see those shoes need a trip, follow the blood.
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[29 Aug 2006|09:01am] |
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People believe that they're gonna get away from the sun.
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[30 Jul 2006|09:03am] |
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My state of mind is bleeding in my sleep, and enduring the full feeling of being alone. I haven't woken up to a morning like this since my swollen eyes yesterday. Since the begining when this whole mess poured from his lids to mine, and i promised him my undying love. To the impacted and insane we tend to stick close to the one person we love, after being shot down my the will of god, or whoever the fuck it is. I want to break a bitches neck.
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[28 Jun 2006|08:15am] |
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the beatles / fixing a hole |
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true bugenvillia lovers
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[19 Jan 2006|10:50am] |
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Not so effervescent, need decals.
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[10 Jan 2006|11:15am] |
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Queen of the highway |
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From years to now, no one will truley know who I was. The dragon I rode for over a decade, and a semester of sitting infront of my cancerful mirror, weird, putting on lipstick, and singing and dancing to the god damn doors, gone.
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