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geschiet mir recht
there's something to be said for sense
endurance and pain tolerance
bona diagnosis, bona curatio
mens sana in corpore sano
but pity does not fuel the will
the roles that some just cannot fill
out of step with time and rhyme
I never thought I'd want to die -
(Untitled)
You know, fuck the theatre.
I just read the script to Brokeback Mountain and I'm bawling like an idiot, crying over all the sad stories I've read that never seemed that sad before.
Update: And now I can't do anything. I'm not thinking about it, not at all, but it's still there, coloring everything I try to do in sorrow. -
Handfasting
Traditionally the palms or wrists were slightly cut to shed some blood so that their blood may be exchanged and therefore signifying how seriously this commitment is taken by both parties ( Read more... ) -
"Nicht genug"
"Ich liebe dich. Ich sehne mich nach dir. Was soll ich tun? Ich weiß es nicht mehr.
Liebe und Wahnsinn...
Ich weine und weiß nicht mal warum...
Was kümmert mich das Ende der Welt...soll dieser Kampf doch auf ewig weitergehen.
Du bringst mir unfassbares Glück und unfassbares Leid.
Liebe...Wahnsinn...Kummer und Leid...Schmerz und Hass...
Ich liebe dich. ( Read more... ) -
(Untitled)
Landen told a funny joke last night:
"Why don't straight guys like gay picnics?"
"All the hot dogs taste like shit." -
reissue
you talked me away
with a choice pair of lies
a fine palate
for the eloquent
and overfed
like a cotillion crowd
of yesmen and hasbeens
lacking retrospect
in a fashionable way
like i m a fad
or wardrobe disaster
left for the janitor
in some grandstand locker
or that caviar you serve
just for show -
(Untitled)
I keep hearing Elton John's plaintive line "I want love" but it's transformed itself into "I want sleep."
Justin Timberlake stalking down a backstage hallway with a nightcap. And something about a train...
I've slept so little I'm suffering disjointed dreams while I'm awake. -
(Untitled)
It's been almost 24 hours and I still can't get my head functioning properly.
And I'm prone to fits of grins and sighs at random intervals.
I think I need to quit my job.
This is dangerous.
You would not feel sadness if you never tasted joy
That's the curse of humans, born in passion, you destroy -
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I'm a wreck and I'm not going to work.
I can't breathe.
And I want my name back.
My FUCKING name! -
Crash
"Hey, Stacy. Would you be able to close manager tonight? I'm not feeling well."
"Yeah,..." But you never trained me.
"I know I haven't really been there to go over things," Understatement. "but you're just so good, I know you can handle it."
"Uh. Thanks."
"Yup. Just give me a call if you need anything, alright?"
"Sure." Actually, as long as I' ( Read more... )