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| i hate my old words.
in fact, i don't like my new words either.
i may go back and privatize some antique entries.
any objections?
ok, good | | |
| i sat on a bench downtown tonight, and wrote stream-of-conscience.
an off-white moth clung to my car window. i had a panic attack, worrying that it would fall off as i drove. but it survived.
it is up to me now, turn on the bright lights.
things are beautiful in any way they can be now.
like i'm racing ahead of my last year...all of those blazers and lyrics and paints and cigarettes.
everything is familiar, but surreally real.
i can't stop thinking about that moth.
and its broken leg. crooked antennae.
it was whispering love will tear us apart.
but its wings never tore.
saturday night was beyond words.
waking up, hands legs face...all numb.
a flu, and acid pill stomach.
i swallowed too many. again.
pathetic me.
pathetic pathetic.
i talked to myself, swaying in a high fever.
i kept getting messages from friends, wish you were here with us, come to a party tonite, we miss you.
i gave my ceiling the middle finger.
excuse me a minute, i said on the phone, rush to the bathroom, vomit, sorry.
my mother quizzed my mental capacity...who is the president, what is your name, what day is it.
i was fully aware, yes of course, but uncontrolled.
the next morning, i woke up with an army of tissues and a score of marks on my arm.
i lose my mind when i'm sick.
batty as hell.
i think my body was burning away
things i'd rather not remember
bonfire in my mind
and legs arms fingers twitching
keeping me up all night
staring eyes rolling.
i watched a thin old man in a plaid shirt eat a muffin on the curb.
and two bluejays cross the front of my car.
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| i'm so sick that i can't even get out of bed.
so i'm reduced to filling out surveys and nibbling on crackers.
Step 1: Put your music player on shuffle.
Step 2: Post the first line from the first 30 songs that play, no matter how embarrassing.
Step 3: Strike through the songs when someone guesses both artist and track correctly in the comments.
1. we're two parties, two parties ending.
2. i saw the bright shinies.
3. though it took me by suprise.
4. i'm a pound of flesh in a drum machine's dream.
5. a change of speed, a change of style
6. the police walked in for jimmy jazz.
7. as bread breaks, as bridges bust and quake, underfoot uprooted and waiting
8. a dustland fairytale beginning.
9. the time to rise has been engaged.
10. ontem quando eu acordei.
11. i'm tired of everyone i know.
12. forget the light, skate and destroy (old punk <3)
13. synapse to synapse: the possiblities thin.
14. i was standing in the shower thinking.
15. i got shot right in the back
16. i fall down in the street.
17. a million miles of common sense.
18. i seem to recognize your face.
19. didn't you want to hear the sound of all the places we could go.
20. lovers, keep on the road you're on.
21. do you remember old river, as you run so fast.
22. torture from you to me, abducted from the street.
23. long ago life was clean.
24. to the center of the city where all roads meet, waiting for you.
25. oh my god.
26. so i woke up in a radio freeze.
27. she's like a little bird.
28. we'll be okay, we both got what we want.
29. was an honest man.
30. this isn't breaking my back, but my spirit.
good luck. | | |
| "snort, scratch, smoke, shudder, starve, slice, sprint, sleep, scrape, shake, scream, succumb, smile, shatter. because you'd rather be anywhere but here. and so we disappear."
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| what do you want to be?:
an exaggerated me.
i wrote that a year ago.
thus... the creation of my problem.
i find this intriguing. and darkly hilarious.
i'm going to write it, and burn it.
goodnight everyone.
xoxo. | | |
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