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i'll just sit under dim lights with dangling feet crossed at the ankles while you secretly prefer the yellow over the red & watch words unfold like apple peels into something they never used to be. your mind forever oblivious to the lack of emotion that onceuponatime DID reside within these walls made of grape bubblegum&checkered shoes&movie stubs ( Read more... )

scenery is just spinning around me & spitting in my face. an eight hour drive & i come home with arms full of feelings, spilling over the sides & dropping to the floor in front of my feet. furrowed brow, ripped up chest. flashbacks of counting them out, lining them up, forming a sad face out of them on my bathroom floor. my head is hungry but my ( Read more... )

leaving town a nervous wreck with a dash of short temper & sullenness.


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so i smile & laugh & hang upside down & smooch & yell & slap knees.

then my surroundings hault - stop spinning. (more literally, drove back home due to the insinuation in a father's grumbles at the time)

& now the world is a bunch of heavy rocks. pulling at my arms & tugging at either side of my mouth into a symmetrical. little. frown.


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where is my comfort.

(at the foot doctor. thats where.)

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i have a gut feeling that bullshit politics are going to follow me all the way up to my little castle on the hill. if i could remove myself from virtually everything ive done here & have about three solid (probably the ONLY solid things here) things left, i would be beyond happy. sometimes, i cannot express how much i really hate it here. new york ( Read more... )

& we like to floss
all my diamonds gloss
i represent the dirtydirtydirtydirtysouth.

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