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a hellish me is me
a hellish day today
a hellish word
a hellish phrase
a hellish say to say

a wimpish me is me
the wimpish watch inside
a wimpish death
a wimpish rest
a wimpish death in tide

a war of me on me
a war a battle consumed
a war unfurls
a war of wills
a me, I end entombed.

I don't remember where I left off, so I'll just continue this string of thought ( Read more... )

I am no longer in control ( Read more... )

So the Spice Girls are getting back togethor. And I want to go see them.

I already realized ONE of my pre-teen dreams when I saw +44 at the Honda Civic Tour and they played "Rock Show". Oh Mark...

So now pretty much all that's left is...
Spice Girls
Fuel
and Backstreet Boys.

Oh and Third Eye Blind, but that plan's already in the works.

I am alone. And I am lonely. And it's sad. And it's frustrating ( Read more... )

I just come up with all kinds of crazy shit when there's nothing to see in front of me ( Read more... )

I hate looking at pictures from the France trip 2003 because I've never been happier in my life and it reminds me of something I fear I'll never have again.

I hate listening to Ben Folds because that's all I listened to on the bus and it reminds me of how happy we were togethor and how we'll never have that again.

eyes aglow
with eyes aglow
the owl goes,
in flights unknown
in darkest groves
her eyes aglow.

ears atuned
with ears atuned
she hears no croon,
no call no boon
beneath the moon
her ears atuned.

morning a rose
every morning a rose
again retreats alone,
to deepest bows
a drafty doze
a hollow fixed with woes.

A while ago, at an indeterminate time and place, I stopped listening to folk music and indie music. It wasn't too long ago. I'm going to place it at December of 2006 ( Read more... )