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my love settles in the cracks
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[04 Jul 2009|11:44am] |
Park that car, drop that phone, sleep on the floor, dream about me
On nights like this, I wonder how I'm going to end up, and where. It's a fun thing to think about sometimes, as long as you don't take it too seriously.
I hope for all the good things.
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I hate raw carrots (and life sometimes).
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[29 Apr 2009|08:37am] |
i need some fine wine and you, you need to be nicer
don't let this flu get the better of you
I miss when our walls were paper-thin, and not yet made of indestructible concrete. I miss when I could burn down your entire wooden fortress with a single matchstick. We never really felt old, until we started getting scared. Remember when we had no gates, no armies, no fine print, and everything was shiny, new, and always better than we could have ever imagined?
But you and I are perishable goods, made of tissue and tracing paper and open wounds. When we're happy we forget how endless loneliness feels, how heavy it is to have nothing at all. This is the century of Leaving Before You're Left, and of Never Looking Back, and in the long run, this will become the millennium of broken people.
I hope it's not too late; let's sleep it off and wake up in a thousand years
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[09 Mar 2009|11:31pm] |
we made dust angels on a thursday night
from love to zero in no time
I like sad songs, the kinds that make you feel immobile, the kinds that sound like years and years of hardened cement, heavy on the wings of a tiny butterfly. I like the way they swallow you whole, the way you swallow your pain everyday, until you find someone new who can listen and then hold your hand and go for ice cream with you when the hiccups from the crying stop. I like the way they're always on your side, on everyone's side at the same time-- anyone who's been hurt or in pain. I like the way they encircle you, unlike the way happy songs dance around, with ions that disperse into the air and leave you empty. Sad songs always keep you warm. I like their silent strength, and how you know they were written only because they were over and no longer hurt. I like the way I share them with so many people, with people whose lives they might have saved. They are the communal eternal. I like how you always wish you wrote them, because we all want to be heroes, in some way. I like the way they become yours, and how they span an entire city, and graze the tops of skyscrapers, and the tears on your cheeks, and take you uptown and downtown, through fire escapes and damp asphalt, just to settle in your cracks and on your soft bedsheets. Behind every happy, is that one sad song.
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[25 Jan 2009|02:10am] |
but your love alone won't save the world
i'll be the truth for you
we laughed today like we used to, the way we used to-- loud and unapologetic. and the way you took my hand-- it was fresh and new, not like a new development but like a rewind, tracing our steps back home. sometimes in order to move forward, we have to go back
i will not want anyone else (to have ever been the first)
thank you C:
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[24 Jan 2009|01:50am] |
yellow
spin dizzy carnival
it's all in a heap on the floor. they're all really a size too big--some catch air and balloon in all the wrong places. somehow, you never look as good in the morning.
it's the light, it's the light,
you say;
the moonlight was made for
looking.
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[12 Dec 2008|10:40am] |
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are we human or are we dancer?
our metallic suits make crunchy noises and our boots squish around in the dew of the morning. the big, orange sun's about to eat us up, it's rolling through the woods and it's playing music, but our hearts are all still -- not like the tormenting music they played in baghdad. there is no torment, just stillness and everyone only remembers their first times for everything, whatever that means, and we are all dancing. everything is new, everything is fresh and crazy electric. i can see the electricity in the air, in the tips of our fingers, in your hair. the sun is rolling down the hill, it swims across the ocean and it sits and watches. we're all out of our houses, our shells and our caves, and we've peopled the hillsides and the fields. nobody can dance indoors, even the high ceilings are too low and the walls shut out the music that gets us all so wet inside. our metallic suits fold and keep us warm from the cold of the midnight, but we are dancing and that keeps us warm in the bones. then the sun speaks, and we freeze in black and white and silver, in unison, choreographed, and crack and shatter into a million pieces, like porcelain, like china. the fields stand brown and dry like hay and weedful; the dancers made them green. we always knew the dancers weren't human; the humans, they died a million years ago. the dancers-- they did maybe kill them, but sweetly
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[15 Nov 2008|09:30am] |
I'd do this all again
Hot air balloons for national security
I'm going to start living in the present. I'll see my future someday anyway.
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[29 Oct 2008|11:30pm] |
Stolen from everyone.
So, here's how it works:
1. Open your library (iTunes, Winamp, Media Player, iPod, etc)
2. Put it on shuffle
3. Press play
4. For every question, type the song that's playing
5. When you go to a new question, press the next button
6. Don't lie and try to pretend your cool... and alot of the songs fit with the setting
( Math, math, and a really unfortunate funeral song. Lol. )
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[22 Sep 2008|12:05am] |
The bird and the bee were talking by a tree.
"What do you do for a living?"
"I wipe off people's literary shit."
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[15 Sep 2008|11:18pm] |
pop,
you will eat all your (s)words.
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the ice is getting thinner, under me and you.
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[18 Jul 2008|01:33pm] |
Only you can pull me from midnight and make me write in the middle of the day
It's a light that never goes out
My love for you is an invisible giant, with tiny bare feet. It lives in a world where the sky is always a clear ocean shade of blue, and the trees--great, green, and ancient--are never in danger. I know how you like the drums and the electric guitars, but my love for you, if it were an instrument--it would be a bell, or a tambourine. It's timid, and blushes at the sound of it's own name--love. It's unassuming, and unimportant, and is happy to live in the corner of your eye. It isn't like a war or a cathedral or a skyscraper. It is made up of a thousand whispers sewn together--a thousand little useless things, and bright summer days with moist grass, mango shakes, and inviting crystal swimming pools. It's light and airy and simple; but all around me, and you, and everything between us--the houses that line our streets, parents who'll never understand, all the people who could quite possibly capture your heart. My love is raw, like fist-fights in dusty side streets, your worn-in sneakers, a rickety teenage garage band. If it were a person, it'd probably be in kindergarten, but it'll always be the quiet kid in the back who lends you the sharpest, brightest crayons when you leave your box at home. It never really knows what to do with itself, to be honest. I guess it just really wants to be that single little shanty standing when a monster typhoon eats up an entire town.
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[15 Jun 2008|08:17pm] |
as heavy as poison smoke
teach me how to forget
we may speak different languages, wear different clothes, eat different things. you may be a girl who likes boys or a girl who likes girls; or a boy who likes girls or a boy who likes boys; or an everything who likes everything. you might be 15, 19, or 47.
but in heartbreak, we're all the same.
i'm so sorry i know what this feels like.
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[12 Jun 2008|11:05pm] |
4 3373783 76 6824 6673 8426 8447.
a suitcase, my passport, and a one-way ticket to anywhere but here
how could i have been so wrong about something, someone, for so long? people are all the same. whether they plan to or not, all they do in the end is fuck you over. i'm sorry if you disagree.
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[10 Jun 2008|12:19am] |
i left my heart
on the boeing 747 in the middle of the pacific ocean
and i am the theory of evolution. but i hope it's really the theory of revolution, because i want it back. even if it'll take 365 days, and retracing our steps back to the start. it'll be exactly the same, but completely different.
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[26 May 2008|09:41pm] |
love>sex.
the great advantage of the slut generation is that they'll never have their hearts broken.
it was a humid evening, and we climbed under the stale metal breath of the old station wagon to escape from the mayflies. in hiding, we talked about weight gain and grass stains and lesbians. we fit so perfectly under that ancient mobile contraption that we were convinced cars were made for laying under, and that we were made for each other. maybe it's because the universe (or the conservatives) didn't want us together, or maybe cars were really just made for leaking diesel and humming noises, but december arrived before her time, and there was no more excuse to disappear under old station wagons. we slid out through the sides, unaccustomed to the fresh oil-free air and the differences between mays and decembers. you ran home, and so did i, retracing the summer steps we took months before. everyone thought it was a sexual hibernation, and we never met again. but all we really did was talk, and inhale the cool dew and musky scents of the soil below us. you were meant for me, and i was meant for you, at least in that moment, in those months. don't ever let anyone tell you otherwise. and all we really did was talk. don't you remember?
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The Pigeon Legion Detectives
Seawhores and Whoreses and Whore-angutans
1. Pick 15 of your favourite movies.
2. Go to IMDb and find a quote from each movie.
3. Post them here for everyone to guess.
4. Fill in the film title once it's guessed.
5. NO GOOGLING/using IMDb search functions.
( I wish that you were here with me to pass the dull weekend )
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[20 Feb 2008|12:41am] |
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i knew it. no one's prefect. not even close. disappointment.
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[14 Feb 2008|11:25pm] |
HAPPY V(AGINA) DAY!
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seahorses
and seashores
you can find them in each other.
which probably means
there are seahorses buried in seashores
because there are seashores buried in seahorses.
it's only logical.
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