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[27 Oct 2009|05:15pm] |
jumbled, scrambled etc.
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[17 Jul 2009|01:38am] |
if i could bottle and sell this feeling that i have right now, it would be
a bottle of air
slightly salty, plain, boring, empty, air
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[24 Jun 2009|11:51pm] |
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i would like to take an island through the drive through for a frosty.
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[13 May 2009|11:22pm] |
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i am going to believe in renewal
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[10 Apr 2009|07:57pm] |
sometimes i flip the lights off to see if it's dark outside
yep.
it's dark out.
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[04 Apr 2009|08:57pm] |
may not eat your spaghetti but would eat your fish fingers
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[28 Feb 2009|11:37pm] |
its just like
i could jump across from house to house with black birds below i could see that your spirit was not in your body
i could see
its just like
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[13 Feb 2009|03:06pm] |
llook at your hands unoccupied \//\
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[10 Feb 2009|02:37am] |
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oxyclean for an oxymoron
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[03 Jun 2007|03:58am] |
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the first thing that you saw when you awoke was the rain and the lights and the rain's misty soul enveloping it all. you saw your legs and your thighs and his tongue sliding around on your skin looking for your orgasm. you never could decipher the magic of the feelings that you had on the day that you were born when you tore space and time apart and were bonded with this world. you fall back asleep under the soft misty soul of the rain.
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[15 Apr 2007|08:56pm] |
never think about anything but vibrating love and spiders who make their new homes right on top of the things that you love and your movements are the images spun into my brains simple attempts to move them away you even shake your soul and blank out all of the bleeding wolven tongues that salivate all over you and the light is so bad that it does not become you it cannot be your saviour or even help at all
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[14 Apr 2007|08:09pm] |
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i thought it would be sweet to eat it off of a candy cloud but now it's not even quite as much fun as laying around used to be in the woodgrain with sawdust in my eyes i started to rub them and felt it burn you burn you make me rubbbb bubbub
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[01 Jun 2006|03:08am] |
guess who's up at 3am again chchchasing the ghosts of stomach pitter patters like, motherfucker, you could see into my soul right now man it is so transparent like sheets of plastic money and we all know that money makes the world spin on its axis until it vomits
how did you find me, soft collision you have a collapsing galaxy all in your eyes
he said that his feet did not so much float as they did have no feeling at all
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[26 Mar 2006|08:43pm] |
to claim my destiny i must become a ghost and haunt your motherfucking souls from behind the walls or the next room over
little noises whispering in loud moaning rawrs
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[08 Feb 2006|01:04pm] |
nobody loves a maddened soul who, in his red cocoon, howls upward inside his own head at night at the moon which drips its fluid movement all around for only certain eyes to see.
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[01 Oct 2005|03:39am] |
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i unlock my eyes out into themselves and with every kind of essence they pour out rays of light that can cut if i so desire. i am locked away in my own internal essence. the things that i tried that are so easily done now with a wave of my hand. my nimble fingers like spider webs that are full of holes. i wanted your mystery. the sun shining down with a broken chord that shatters itself every day. over and over you would stare up into the sun and wonder if it was really burning your retinas. there is so much that i can pick up on if i stick my hands down into someone's soul.
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[28 Sep 2005|09:56pm] |
i will birth what is unbirthable with my baby eyes and my infantile soul and into your womb i will push until you swallow me whole
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[25 Sep 2005|04:16am] |
i get to be invisible because you have to hide me and hurry me out the door
i get to be invisible i get to ride away in a ship with a hole in it
i get to kiss your hair while you sleep but only for a little while
and lust is a demon a shape shifter but i can't pay the devil's fee
i can only run away unafraid and ready to be washed clean away
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