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Apr 16, 2006 22:51

i hate the nights when writing is like speaking a foreign language.

im verbally congested and its tough for me to deal with this random inability to transfer my thoughts to paper

but i guess thoughts arent always words-

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sunrise17 April 17 2006, 04:23:23 UTC
as soon as i read this it reminded me of an entry i wrote a looong time ago. and then it bugged me and i went through my archives for about 20 minutes until i found it...

"I hate it when you know you have so much that could come out of you but you can't seem to put thoughts into words strung out into sentences. It's the most frustrating thing because I've been sitting here for a half an hour desperately trying to say something profound but my fingers aren't typing a goddamn thing."

so i guess thats life

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n1pntguard April 17 2006, 14:13:07 UTC
your're missing a bridge....one that crosses over a stream of conciousness that may seem to be flowing, however you have no idea which way your brain is going.

moral of the story...

its all about the wordplay

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You're right. youandiboth April 17 2006, 22:30:59 UTC
I'm missing a bridge... but I know which way my brain is going. and im kayaking on the stream of conciousness, i think im a little shy to put it all in song.

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muchaffraid April 17 2006, 20:13:53 UTC
i miss you

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youandiboth April 18 2006, 02:49:57 UTC
i miss YOU

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ameline930 April 18 2006, 01:26:55 UTC
"but i guess thoughts arent always words"

i hear ya kid

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obsessionz April 18 2006, 02:56:19 UTC
true dat
;)

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youandiboth April 18 2006, 02:58:14 UTC
how come you never show up on my buddy list you jerk!?

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obsessionz April 19 2006, 12:51:56 UTC
perhaps because i have a new screen name?
cyrindarella
add me bitch :)

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manonthside April 19 2006, 21:01:45 UTC
not thinking about what you are doing applies as much to writing as it does to music.

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youandiboth April 19 2006, 23:32:18 UTC
i hear ya there

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