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Steeped in nostalgia, this place is as well as my fall mood.
Beautiful midnight.
Conflict conflict conflict conflict conflict......
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cross the street from your storefront cemetary
hear me hailing from inside and realize
i am the conscience clear
in pain or ecstacy
and we were all weaned my dear
upon the same fatigue
staring at the sun
oh my own voice
cannot save me now
standing in the sea
it's just
one more breath
and then
down i go
your mouth is open wide
the lover is inside
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Oh. My. God. I forgot just how awful it is to lose an entry. Especially when it's the first you've written in months, and it was a nearly finished, soul-baring survey on the last year of my life.
Fuck.
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Interesting day today.
There's pretty much no way I can gather my thoughts right now.
I'm confused, I'm tired, I'm drained....I'm strangely...relieved? Not at all the right word. It just feels like the culmination of many things. -
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To Do List
- Write 411 article
- Email Kevin 411 article
- Email Rachel Babbitt about tonight
- Email ALL my teachers about tomorrow
- Read 100 more pages of Native Son and do journal
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Love.Angel.Music.Baby.
That's right. I am not too good for ♥Gwen♥.
Her and the B.E.P. rocked my night.
If I couldn't already spell BANANAS, I definitly can now.
Although their music's not usually necessarily my cup of tea (what an odd expression, btw), I have to admit, it was a great show. And James and Astrid were the best to go with.
*tangent* My sister's being ( Read more... )
