naked as we came
Journal Entry: Thu Apr 24, 2008, 8:52 PM
- Listening to: iron and wine
- Watching: my cat wage war on the blinds
there is no sweat like the sweat we make together.
it's been a while. i've been neglecting journals since about november, i guess i'm trying to find my way through all of this blindly. in a couple weeks i'm off to colorado to restart, unplug everything, learn a different kind of work, make my body ache until i fall asleep, keep my guitar close and everything else at a distance.
in the past four months or so i have felt so loved. leaving it is difficult, but now that i know what it looks like, what it tastes and smells like, i think i can hold out until august.
nothing has ever felt this right.
Devious Comments
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i'd love to get inside your head, but i've misplaced my scalpel..
*_*
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i'd love to get inside your head, but i've misplaced my scalpel..
Wow! You really are a brilliant poet, aren't you?
Why don't you join the poetry contest from [link] ?
It's free and every nitwit such as myself who enters gets a small gift
but someone like you might win one of their $10 000 or $100 000 prizes.
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i'd love to get inside your head, but i've misplaced my scalpel..
and does the 3rd count the one you drank for me? if not, get on it.
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i'd love to get inside your head, but i've misplaced my scalpel..
DA profiles just wasn't enough.
ps: i'm on my 3rd cup of coffee,
you want some?
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if you cannot be kind, be vague.
OnTheMetro [link]
MetroVirb [link]
you drink, i'll misspell the big words
& pass them off as poetry.
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if you cannot be kind, be vague.
MetroVisual [link]
MetroVirb [link]
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The artful dodger strikes again!
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i'd love to get inside your head, but i've misplaced my scalpel..
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Fate makes fools of us all. And it's rather fun to watch.
=0
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i want a kick at the machine, that made you piss away your dreams.
no more to say
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fuck it all.
"Maybe you should kiss someone nice, or lick a rock, or both."
it's what i do to calm down, i suppose.
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i'd love to get inside your head, but i've misplaced my scalpel..
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I love:
I hate:
I'm outtie!
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i'd love to get inside your head, but i've misplaced my scalpel..
Where are you?
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i'd love to get inside your head, but i've misplaced my scalpel..
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I love:
I hate:
I'm outtie!
Fresh, pulsating and crimson blood once more flows into my eyes after spending so much time in slumber. The world has drunkedly appeared before me again like a nightmare oozing from the bottom of the unfathomable sea...
I twitch, twist, turn and writhe on the floor as the maddening sounds seep into my ears... filling my head with the voices I drowned in my sleep.
Although birth is naturally accompanied by pain, i'd wouldn't wish to feel anything else at this point. The bitter, acid taste of repressed thoughts tingling the tip of my tongue as it runs from my own lips...
It's a miracle in its own right, awaken to find you again... and though it hurts to be gone... I was never really there.
Casting aside those disperate thoughts, though... i'm glad that you're around again... even as I have come to take a peek around these places. If eyes could smile, mine would be grinning uncontrollably as they read your work. Take care and congrats on the awesomeness of the new tat
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"...It was said that his hatred for the living was so intense,
that his shadow would go out and kill while he slept...
And not return until he next awoke."
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