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Dec. 22nd, 2009 @ 01:20 am !
I am fucking shot. get me the fuck out of this place.
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Dec. 20th, 2009 @ 10:09 pm !
tired eyes on fire and can't sleep for the life of me.

it should be customary to dig our own graves.
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Dec. 20th, 2009 @ 05:44 am !
5:42am. pennsylvania currently, work soon. my fist hurts from punching incurred by my own poor decisions, acknowledging the fact that they are in fact my own poor decisions further infuriates me.

what the fuck am I doing?

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Dec. 17th, 2009 @ 02:20 pm !
things are okay, today, but I still can't wait to get in that van and leave for open roads again. cold and restless should be synonyms.

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Dec. 16th, 2009 @ 01:40 am !
that was a good talk.
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Dec. 14th, 2009 @ 11:38 pm !
you got a window in the basement.
you got a perfect view, but you don't care.
have you ever seen the things that go on outside?
you got a door to your apartment,
so you can step outside and see the sights.
downtown looks like don't own if you look at it right.
it's just a simple plan to keep you awake.
it's just a simple plan to keep you awake.
no matter what I try, your eyeballs seem to hide.

after saying that you won't sleep in ever again, you slept all morning long, yeah yeah.
if you're bored than you must be boring too. did I st-st-st-st-stutter? yeah, yeah.
your own kind of corruption leads to sleeping in, yeah yeah.
if you want to wait, then I'll just start the clock,
and see how much time you waste, yeah yeah.
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Dec. 12th, 2009 @ 12:39 am !
is it silly to think that this will never happen again?
but of course I'll call you tonight.
did you know you missed my birthday?
the loneliest it gets is when the wind begins to chill,
and when I stand at the top of your old street,
the churchtop brings a stillness to me.
and I can't think of anything I'd rather do than have my heart broken by you.
could we be saved by inventions and hopes?
'cause I'm not all right.
the night seems to swallow me whole and spits out second guessing.

I remember ever since that first day that I saw you on the street.
I've always wanted you in the worst way, but now I can't compete.
and I'm so... and you're so... we're both so all fucked up.
I don't know but what to do, it just makes me want to scream.
isn't it about time that we try and get it right?
'cause I can't sleep on no more floors and I can't stay up no more nights.
I'd like to know what's going on.
could you please pick up the phone?
I started one million letters to you but I couldn't finish any of them.
Dave's alright, he's doing fine.




fuck you. fuck you, ari. you wrote a song in my brain when I was starting elementary school about my future. and you didn't even know. fucked.
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Dec. 10th, 2009 @ 01:00 am !
it is cold, and I am alone, but I am currently comfortable, and I have an escape, and a goal, and god damn it does this feel good.

I currently love winter?
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Dec. 3rd, 2009 @ 09:00 pm !
feeling everything and feeling nothing. choices are plentiful and I'm fine just knowing that they're there. can't tie myself down to this mess of a home.
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Nov. 30th, 2009 @ 01:07 am !
leaving. leaving. leaving.

I'm really looking forward to sitting still for a bit this winter. I really need to get myself a little haywire. I'll appreciate the road so much more, because I can't ever let myself take that shit for granted. life is always living whether you want it to be or not at the time, but sometimes it's the ebb and flow of things that keeps hearts aligned well rather than the overexuberance that frequents never stopping.

this will be a fun little experiment.
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Nov. 29th, 2009 @ 10:09 am !
I absolutely love the spot on the 190 where you can see both the windmills and central terminal at the same time. for way too many reasons.

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Nov. 29th, 2009 @ 01:39 am !
sort of lonely but sort of accomplished, both strongly by choice and action. I'm somewhere interesting. it's real good. but it's going to get better.

I've come a long way.
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Nov. 27th, 2009 @ 08:19 pm !
I know a guy who lives just for the weekends.
he says he's tired a lot.
he says there should be five days of weekend
instead of five days of work.
and I remind him we get old and retire.
too old to do anything but golf.
when you're young you're in school or in the workforce.
let's make old people work. that's a joke.
we got a job to do and this is it.

I know a girl who works in an office.
she says she has no time for herself.
she says other than that everything is fine, everything is fine.
I remind her everything's not quite fine.
maybe it's ok, or even worse.
work should not control our every minute.
eat to work. sleep to work. live to work. work.

we have the best job ever. yeah, we really got lucky.
we're nobody's robot. we're nobody's monkey.
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Nov. 26th, 2009 @ 03:43 am !
weird fucking mood.
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Nov. 24th, 2009 @ 12:57 am !
you remind me of home
the paint cracks when the water leaks from the rusty pipes that are just beneath my feet
you remind me of home
the heater's warm but fills the room with a potpourri of dust and gas fumes

you remind me of home
a broken bed with dirty sheets that creaks when I am shifting in my sleep
you remind me of home
in a suburban town with nothing to do, patiently waiting for something to happen

but the foundation is crumbling
and becoming one with the ground
while you lay there in slumber
you're wasting your life
wasting your life

you remind me of home
sitting on a thrift store couch, I'm trying to get this all down






sometimes, timing is ironic and cunning.
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Nov. 22nd, 2009 @ 01:32 am !
my head hurts. but not the kind of hurt some tiny red pills that say ib2 are going to fix. and it's not even a bad hurt. just, humored, really. confused, somewhat. but mostly just overwhelmed.

how about that for a first kiss? jesus fucking christ.
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Nov. 21st, 2009 @ 03:39 am !
unedited. 4am. irrational. go.


and something about the sepia halo that hung gently around the girl's frozen eyes let me know all about heartbreak that i had never felt firsthand.
tears spilled for better years and shortlived romances graced with deathrattles before bloom and fruition had laid their knowing but familiar charm.
and we've all got our secrets, but we've all got two eyes.
and stories, and words, and the hands of manipulation herself can temper our thoughts and our hearts into well being and warmth, but those two dark pupils only hide while we sleep.
and they whisper all the secrets of the who, and the how, and where we've really been.
it's some sort of satire how the things we need most we simply cannot be taught.
it's some sort of travesty that comes with vanity and hypocrisy.
and it's some sort of innate irreverent understanding that we are all long gone the day we set foot on this earth.
all from two eyes that never meant a thing to me, and not even in jest.
it's like spitting on the ashes of our fathers to let them know how we really feel.
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Nov. 21st, 2009 @ 01:58 am !
nah, you're not worth my time. at least for tonight. fuck human beings.
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Nov. 19th, 2009 @ 02:34 am !
another poor decision? likely.
is it okay currently? yes.

situation: evaluated.
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Nov. 17th, 2009 @ 06:54 pm !
I'm happy today.

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