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Dead.
OK this journal is dead. The person that I was when I wrote it is dead. The "new" me can be found at biscuitwheels. Please friend me there. -
adios.
i'm going to Spain on the twenty-third. i will be studying and living in Sevilla for four months. i've made a travel journal @biscuitwheels and i will probably, eventually cease writing in this one. its time for change. -
the future you have tomorrow won't be the same future you had yesterday.
for four days i ate, slept, shit, showered, smoked, tripped, danced and woke up to techno music. my heartbeat was in tune with the bass. i'm having a hard time living with the silence.
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a broken record runnin' low on luck.
"Do you want a water?" I asked, holding it by the bottom and pointing the white cap at him accusingly. He paused for a moment, surprised by my thoughtfulness, before relieving my hand of the weight ( Read more... ) -
as long as the music goes on.
im going to spain! im going to spain! im fucking going to spain! -
Happy Fathers Day.
I got arrested last night. It was dark and raining. With his back to the spot lights he turned to me, casting a shadow accross my face, and said, "You were lucky." I stabbed him with my eyes and twisted grin. My legs shook from a potion of fear and anger that had been simmering in me for the past few hours. Next to me my sister was crying. Over and ( Read more... )
