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A Rouge Facade
like resurrection from a bird's eye view
the camera angles reaked of tasteless
day time t.v.
like apparitions caught by a poacher's
pocket knife
the birds eye's blinked behind a bruised
sculpture.
wishing away with whatever you have
left only to gawk at what others don't.
contradiction is the name of the game,
roaring fields of copper hued lies
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Yummy Yummy Halloween.
The party was extremely fun and long needed. Halloween hasn't been the same for some years now.
I don't think it ever will be. Those days with Chris and his crazy parties filled with blood stained bathtubs and
floating candlesticks are faded and gone. He is doing well, however,
living in a small condo in which to chris "Isn't halloween potential ( Read more... ) -
with ever.
this brick wall is forcing me to turn around ( Read more... ) -
constellation cancellation
I've left myself vacant for superior situations in which I hope
will allow me to control my fate instead of watch it snake
around my neck this time. whether I'm becoming more wise
or just simply grown tired of repeat Sunday, I feel everything
has happened for a reason. These situations might line up to
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cave drawings.
I was strolling through my old Melodramatic journal and found numerous ancient writtings dating back to 2003 B.C. jk. But i am posting the link to my old journal to keep my writtings clustered and easily accessible for me which hopefully will inspire me to continue writting ( Read more... ) -
two years later
So i've decided, with a little inspiration from matty,
to start writting again in my journal.
I know it's a cycle and happends every time i start:
1. Get really into writting and never miss a day
2. Start feeling more accomplished with my time online
3. Slowly start feeling more connected to myself
4. Become busy with life and things i actually write ( Read more... ) -
so i fucked her with a chain saw.
i'm counting the months,
and pray it's all for the best.
i love you and me and us. -
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Am I correct to defend the fist that holds this pen ( Read more... ) -
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Dear Head Ache,
i fucking hate your guts.
Sincerly,
Hazel
P.S.
See you tomorrow. -
Electrolytes.
i miss fun. we use to have fun. fun is when eveyone had water fights and threw up on sides of houses and made up stupid dances in the car to freak out people in the next car over. Fun was when no one wanted to rip eachother apart, fun was when everyone got along and didn't have their two cents about everything in the world. And you can't say it's ( Read more... )