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...when trees grow limbs and talk to you.

And I could write it down
And spread it all around
Get lost and then get found
And you'll come back to me
Not swallowed in the sea

...touchdown at dusk.

You know it's time
that we grow old and do some shit
I like it all that way

...dawn atop ancient ruins.

Oh I do believe
In all the things you say
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...I want to be a hippie. Or Helvetica.

Going through the mailing list is enough to kill my day again.

Phone calls to make at the end of the day. People to talk to, expectations to manage.

Goal: Big picture.

“If death meant just leaving the stage long enough to change costume and come back as a new character...Would you slow down? Or speed up?”

-Chuck Palahniuk

“If death meant just leaving the stage long enough to change costume and come back as a new character...Would you slow down? Or speed up?”

Hormones may be speaking on my behalf now, but I wish I could rewind September and relive it again. Every moment, different. For the first time this year, and after a long, long time, I am feeling pangs of ( Read more... )

Dear [void],

You guys can go fuck yourselves silly for the time being while I take a vacation.

Mental dump begins.

Long dinner with Berlusconi. It did not matter who, where, or why. I just needed to talk. My mind has been ruminating with the question: what is jealousy, really? I told anak setan, I just want to get drunk and watch the stars tonight.

One.
To talk. And talk. And talk. I don't get goosebumps waking next to her anymore. To be ( Read more... )

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