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Time brings with it the slow decay of familiarity. It weighs hard on your chest, slowing the frenzied beat of a youthful heart to a deliberate waltz. One, two, three, one, two, three, one, two, three. The steps are all too familiar, the song an echo of dreams never realized, battles never fought, hearts never conquered. You become graceful in ( Read more... )

        “Here’s one for the road,” he says, as he tosses me an unfiltered Lucky Strike, flattened from six hours of Levi’s to leather on I-95. He takes down the last of his coffee - black - “It’s the only thing keeps me goin’ these days,” he says.  Turning to face his truck, he climbs in with a familiarity that only 18 years and enough miles to ( Read more... )

Someone visit me at work for lunch tomorrow?

"Me old mate, Bovver.
Never could miss a good scrap, could ya?"

"You know me, brov."

Friends stay side by side,
in life and death you've always stole my heart,
you'll always mean so much to me, it's hard to believe this

The ice cream man's song is coming through my window right now. First time since last summer.

Things are looking so up.

I think I'm gonna take a Greyhound to Boston this weekend. Anyone wanna come? $40 round trip. Call or comment.

taken from myspace blog.

Monday, December 26, 2005

ELLIOTTLoss is a boomerang. You make peace with it. Button it up and move on. And then all at once, you realize your neatly organized tower of understanding gets blown away in one gust of wind ( Read more... )