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at the point where i've had too much coffee too late and my hands are nervous caffeine junkies shakin' for want of someone to touch or something to say. alone and the words won't come tho' i can feel 'em shifting right there, under paper-thin layers of this newly-acquired self-doubt and time. the bruises on my knees know this feeling better than i ( Read more... )

tonight feels lonely and wasted, like i'm never gonna be where i should. where i should is never gonna be what i tell myself i need, and want never comes into question except in vague images of things i don't deserve. i need a new path to walk, this one feels beaten and over-traveled now, worn into something full of holes and not enough space, ( Read more... )

here's to love and being brilliant in '08.

that's all i'm saying.

sometimes i think i must have missed the memo completely ( Read more... )

rough hands,
rough season.

i've tried to capture it and never found a way ( Read more... )

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