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re-post for those who don't know.
i'm retiring this journal, and moving into my photojournal.
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go there to add if you have not already. ps; i also just made all of my entries public.
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feel good?
the morgues are full, autopsies point to broken hearts. all around the city, every relationship leads to the inevitable. there's discounts on tombstones, caused by this new weapon of mass destruction. my defense is passivity, always go in remembering its a game; don't get hurt. i've built up this obvious wall, this guard i pretend to let down at ( Read more... ) -
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The voice on these speakers is clear normally- why is it so muddled today? Drums snap like crisp twigs. Walking through trees that looked like they were on fire, autumn leaves lit up by a six-fifty p.m. sunset. "This time of year," he says, "the sunset isn't worth looking for in the sky. It will always be in these trees, flaming reds and oranges." ( Read more... ) -
life is nothing but a shadow.
my fingertips smell like cigarettes. her mom was right. my wrists smell like perfume. my shirt smells like yesterday, everyone else but me. my lips are dry but not chapped. my mouth tastes like the coffee i had two hours ago, i have no reason to open it. but my sheets still smell like you, the only thing untouched. they'll be untouched for days to ( Read more... ) -
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Lights go out and I can't be saved,
Tides that I tried to swim against,
You've put me down upon my knees,
Oh I beg, I beg and plead singin',
Come out of things unsaid, shoot an apple off my head and a..,
Trouble that can't be named, tigers waiting to be tamed singin',
You are, you are
I miss Kate and I'm glad she's coming home soon. Ok Fernando ( Read more... )
