you're right. two more years won't be long enough. but who am i kidding? of course you're right.
ass.

how many more times will i wake up in this place where the secrets of sounds steal the mourning light just to throw it back again even harder than the first time

hi kelsey.
i don't have much to say.
i'm busy writing an essay on "the censorship of fiction"
it's kind of boring to tell you the truth.
and it's a shame that i don't have my religion class on monday because you won't get to go.
:(
oh well..
call me later..
or comment at www.xanga.com/laughing_a_song

for kelsey.
f o r k e l s e y.
FOR KELSEY.
[this is] fOr KeLsEy.
for [MY little SISTER] kelsey.
yeslek rof.
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this entry is FOR KELSEY!!! [whom i love]..

i bent down at the riverside
to tell the river,
you can roil and you can shimmer,
carve those banks and roll those rocks
but there is one thing river
you can't do.
Then I ran up the bank
laughing
like any other thief of hope,
looking for more
always some more.

do not go there.
why?
it is The House of All Things Never Said.
is it quiet?
your ears will bleed.

happy birthday, brett. and thank you..

i get introverted and lonely because i am lazy.. yes, indeed.

I cannot guess what we'll discover
We turn the dirt with our palms cupped like shovels
But I know our filthy hand can wash one another’s
And not one speck will remain

confession makes mortal sin venial?!?
that can't be it.
that can't be it.

driving to and from waco there is this section of highway thirty-five that i absolutely adore. "the zang curve," i believe it has been called. it's kind of like a send-off-welcome-home-or-welcome-to-whatever's-next type thing. a long stretch of curving road that is near the zang exit and the dallas zoo. just driving it causes peace.

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