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And what exactly, is a dream?
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| No love lost, no love found |
[04 Aug 2010|09:40pm] |
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Invested enough in it, anyhow
To each his own
I don't know if I'm dead or not, to anyone
Cause we know, and so do I, the high road is hard to find
A detour to your new life! Tell all of your friends goodbye
It's too late to change your mind
You let loss be your guide
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[24 Dec 2009|11:09pm] |
self
destruct
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| never first |
[09 Nov 2009|01:29pm] |
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If vision is the only validation, then most of my life isn't real
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[12 Sep 2009|11:51pm] |
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i know no truth and forgot all my expectations
this is a stupid game.
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| drunk rant |
[11 Jul 2009|03:01am] |
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you are doing exactly what i am but for some reason we will never see eye to eye
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| Value |
[09 Jul 2009|09:46pm] |
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Will you know where you are by the end of tomorrow? Climb your walls and stop wishing away the bricks
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| Slang |
[09 Jul 2009|09:34pm] |
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Gold teeth and a curse for this town were all in my mouth
Only i don't know how they got out, dear
Turn me back into the pet i was when we met
I was happier then, with no mind-set
And if you took, to me like, a gull takes to the wind
Well, i'd of jumped, from my tree and-
I'da danced like the king of the eye sores
And the rest of our lives would have fared well
New slang when you notice the stripes, the dirt in your fries
Hope it's right when you die, old and boney
Dawn breaks like a bull through the hall
Never should have called- but my head's to the wall
And i'm lonely
But if you took, to me like, a gull takes to the wind
Well i'd of jumped, from my tree and-
I'da danced like the king of the eye sores
And the rest of our lives would have fared well
Godspeed all the bakers at dawn-
May they all cut their thumbs and bleed into their buns
'Till they melt away
I'm looking in, on the good life, i may be doomed never to find
Without a trust, or flaming fields, am i too dumb to refine?
And if you took, to me like, a gull takes to the wind
Well i'd of jumped, from my tree and-
I'da danced like the queen of the eye sores
And the rest of our lives would have fared well
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| fuzzy logic |
[19 May 2009|12:41pm] |
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I am stuck in a world I no longer know anything about- I could do this over and over and still end up where I am now. Trapped. Staring at the same walls decieving me into another life of possibility, only leading me to turn a corner and retrace the same steps again on the other side.
I am a fucking rat, stuck in a fucking maze.
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| i need you to slow me down |
[15 Oct 2008|05:09pm] |
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i'm done playing all the games that are being passed around.
to put it simply.
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| fuck |
[09 Mar 2008|01:24pm] |
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it blows my mind how quickly and suddenly everything shifts and is completley beyond my understanding to see why or how. it all ties into itself in a philisophical sense, and it's one i've forever been trying to tackle which always leaves me with less than i started.
it will always be unknown to me why my dreams set a concrete for my mindset when i wake.
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| let me hear you crying, just for me |
[14 Jan 2008|04:00pm] |
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it's my fault for letting something shift within myself enough to let this affect me. but in all honesty, it's really pathetic to witness and it's even more of a letdown to rediscover that this happened in plain view. nothing is ever going to change. as far as i'm concerned, time in itself both recovers and completley destroys everything put infront of it and no matter how many words you spit out it makes no fucking difference. but i don't care to change that. the amount of turns and unwelcomed truths it's composed of is exhausting to even consider and it just snowballs until it breaks you down or you gain enough strength to overcome it. Is it even worth the time?
i can't stand being reminded of the ties that existed then, and how they get stronger in your absence. i'm scared of the fact that you think your invincible. i miss you when i should resent you; and i can't figure out why.
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| cleanse |
[11 Jun 2007|04:09pm] |
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i had the strangest dream last night , and when i woke up i was half-expecting the occurance to catch me by surpise later today . i waste my time being disappointed but i can't help but wonder why i was anticipating this one so much .
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| yea! |
[25 Feb 2007|04:34pm] |
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Some philosopies fuel a belief in the self, constructed to keep one's goods on one's own shelf. Built well you're a strong letter I, with the feet on the ground and the head to the sky. Now and then you can bend, it's okay to lean over my way. You fear that you can't do it at all, and you're right. Even diligent day takes relief every day from it's work making light from the night. And when you're holding me, we make a pair of parentheses. There's plenty of space to encase whatever weird way my mind goes: I know I'll be safe in these arms. If something in the deli aisle makes you cry, of course I'll put my arm around you and I'll walk you outside through the sliding doors, why would I mind? You're not a baby if you feel the world. Oh, all of the babies can feel the world. That's why they cry.
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