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i haven't slept.
   but that's okay.
god save jordaan's phone bill.

a few highlights from the five am photo exhibit:


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taped off, fresh
the kinds of things we never thought we'd miss

and we don't.

see- what i wanted the most
is sleeping in my bed

not hanging up a tree
stuffed in my wallet
wrapped up in zig-zags
in a clouded ziplock
bag

yeah valencia you really threw
me really turned
me backwards and  inside
out

yeah valencia

i really, really really think i like camera phones. really.(thanks anastasia)                                                                                                                                                                                                               
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just three days, and csssa is over. now what?

so i haven't been here in a while. i guess it's time i've become live journal saavy. it's hip.

the painting is drying and it took quite a while. self-appreciation is all i could have i suppose, it's a lack of talent thing.
save my little soul; it's monday.

keys moving with fluidity for hours now; I feel like a pianist ...though.. I'm chopping at language, in reckless form about time and discontentment and how it didn't quite fit. oh, i dream of some secret translation to play back in my head in an f minor key, one to slide down sidewalks and slip through street lamps, to flood the universe with ( Read more... )

what happens now.? where am i going to.

i'm afraid to come out. i knew it would happen. i'd back away away out of life or what was expected to be life or the proper way of living it and then i wouldn't want to go back. and then i'd be in trouble. which makes my stomach hurt, i think. oh, this is bitter. i need to make some music.

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