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2004 28 September :: 8.10 am
:: Mood: blah
:: Music: zella mayzell - her feet go down to death
i'm just getting so tired. i need a weekend of nothing. cross-country wears me out completely. fighting with people wears me down. writing is starting to wear me out. i just need to go and take pictures. i don't know, i complain too much.
first breath after coma |
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2004 26 September :: 12.45 pm
Dressed up, fresh with the fashion sense. Aproach you and spit clever pick up lines. My name is whatever oyu prefer. You said "my friends call me insecure"
What do they call you at home?
first breath after coma |
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2004 26 September :: 12.29 am
untitled 6
Rewrite this back to before you know me.
Pure white lined blank paper with no date and heading.
Absent whispers come from moving lips in the silence.
In this we mass as shadows in the dark.
"Were you expecting more?"
Hearts don't forget to break behind walls away from you.
Trace the blood trail to away from you once.
Tonight breathing takes practice and terrifying serenity marked in the movement of fingertips across an empty screen.
"Is this too much?"
first breath after coma |
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2004 23 September :: 7.02 am
Dearest, I'll meet you in the hollows.
first breath after coma |
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2004 22 September :: 7.47 am
a conversation can confuse
and a smile
can mean so many things
that cannot be said.
first breath after coma |
