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I am becoming unhealthily obsessed with my bicycle. And said bicycle is still a heap of parts.
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ATTN: NEW LIVEJOURNAL!
Ahem. It's been six years now since I started this, and it's gotten rather stale and ill-fitting. Sooo ( Read more... ) -
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Of course I can care about you. As much as an already cracked teacup cares about the stability of the table it's on. -
Haloka
I am a straightbacked squarebuilt yelloweyed brave, and I can't look back.
It's going to take a warrior to get through this.
Seeing you stretched in the sun with your hair fanned out
bit like a diamondback to my achilles tendon.
I saw Big Bear in the pink moon.
I dreamed my room was a ship.
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Sometimes I swear I'm regressing.
Like when I spend the whole day asleep and then wear dark clothes (pants! shock!) and sit in the dark reading Camus and listening to Deftones all evening ( Read more... ) -
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if i cram my knuckle into the dent between my eyebrows i can't cry ( Read more... ) -
I think I'm going to end this journal when I finish school and start a new one.
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I want to do another poetry reading. Like now.
Even if I cried a little reading Nathan's poem. And forgot a line in Zan's and had to start over ( Read more... ) -
Like wearing a shirt that doesn't quite fit anymore.
I have three papers to write for the rest of my undergraduate career. Three piddly papers. And every time I sit down to research or put things together, even just thinking about anything academic, my brain automatically presses itself shut like the mouth of a stubborn baby who won't eat its cheerios. And then it screams "what's the use?? if you ( Read more... )