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:: 2005 16 July :: 12.05 am

Tepes
impaler: impaled; exsanguinated; ashes cast out to sea. as early morning comes, the pyre winds down and lights die out but the sun doesn't rise above the shore. its stalling amber rays (as memory would serve the spectators' eyes) ebbed and flowed, in- and exhaled.

all in all, the price you'll pay isn't worth the cost. it's so sickening seeing you crawl, but now we're complete.

a starboard ray, reborn, connects the ends of the world. the former flicks its tongue; exchanges soot for blood, sediment for flesh,
entropy for existence.

where's the mask to match the rest? the curtains draw closed, the lights fade in and the stage divorces the man from the cast. and, though they've barely scratched the surface of you, i've always understood, as you know me.
we are the choices we make.

to whom it may concern,
you've changed, you've turned. your fangs may have dulled, but i know how they were. you stole a part of mine, i stole a part of yours. is there some sort of grand design in your little world or do you just let it all randomly unwind? the gears don't turn, but i see how they run.

i stole a part of yours and you stole a part of mine, but that still doesn't make this all alright.






i'm sorry.

first breath after coma


:: 2005 13 July :: 11.55 pm

Every Breath You Take
Every breath you take
And every move you make
Every bond you break,
Every step you take
I'll be watching you

Every single day
And every word you say
Every game you play,
Every night you stay
I'll be watching you

Oh, can't you see
You belong to me?
My poor heart aches
With every step you take

Every move you make
Every vow you break
Every smile you fake,
Every claim you stake
I'll be watching you

Since you've gone I've been lost without a trace
I dream at night, I can only see your face
I look around, but it's you I can't replace
I feel so cold, and I long for your embrace
I keep crying baby, baby please

Oh, can't you see
You belong to me?
How my poor heart aches
With every step you take

Every move you make
Every vow you break
Every smile you fake,
Every claim you stake
I'll be watching you
Every move you make,
Every step you take
I'll be watching you
Every move you make,
Every step you take
I'll be watching you

Every breath you take
Every move you make
Every bone you break
Every step you take
Every single day
Every word you say
Every game you play
Every night you stay
Every move you make
Every heart you break
Every smile you fake
Every thing you stake
Every breath you take
Every move you make
Every bond you break
Every step you take

3 breaths | first breath after coma


:: 2005 9 July :: 11.03 am
:: Mood: awake
:: Music: zella mayzell - clatoo vereta nictoo

so i'm trying to figure out what to write. i got my new ACT score back, i got a 24 again, but i got a 29 in reading and science, so i'm happy. apparently i'm in the top 4% of the nation for science, its amsuing. so now my mom is asking me why i got a B in chem all year....yeah, i don't like to do homework. i get my zella mayzell cd sometime next week, i'm excited for that. my brother was asking me if i had talked to andrew anytime recently (andrew is the singer of zella mayzell, he also makes music and other videos) no, i haven't because he has been busy promoting the cd and i've been busy with other random things. also, use this website if you want to know what music i am listening to at the time. its kinda fun. http://www.audioscrobbler.com/user/iamjackssn26/
so since i have to go and mow the lawn, i'll leave you with an elliott smith song which happens to be my voicemail also.



i'm in love with the world through the eyes of a girl
who's still around the morning after

we broke up a month ago and i grew up i didn't know
i'd be around the morning after
it's always been wait and see
a happy day and then you pay
and feel like shit the morning after

but now i feel changed around and instead falling down
i'm standing up the morning after
situations get fucked up and turned around sooner or later
and i could be another fool or an exception to the rule
you tell me the morning after
crooked spin can't come to rest
i'm damaged bad at best
she'll decide what she wants
i'll probably be the last to know
no one says until it shows and you see how it is
they want you or they don't
say yes
i'm in love with the world through the eyes of a girl
who's still around the morning after

1 breath | first breath after coma


:: 2005 6 July :: 3.11 pm
:: Mood: bored
:: Music: coldplay - songbird

so the past few days have been awesome, but i don't feel like writing it out now, because i'm lazy, but i will sometime. what is really amusing is how i have managed to piss of my coach is pretty much every way possible. all the "rules" he told me end of sophomore year track about cross-country, yeah, i've broken pretty much all of them, but i don't care. its too much fun. i'll list the rules that i remember, you figure out which i've broken

1. run all year round
2. don't drink mountain dew
3. don't go to sleep late
4. don't sleep in
5. show up to manditory practice
6. show up to summer and winter practices
7. just plain show up to practice (i added it because i don't go to practice anymore)
8. have 250 miles in before the summer is over
9. be a good example for the underclassmen
10. trust him because he knows what he is doing


i forgot a lot, but you get the idea. my mom knows about all this and was told me "you really are a senior now eric". what is great is that she doesn't care what i do with cross-country. i don't even want to run this year. i'm just using it to keep in shape for track. i'm going to take it slow, relax and enjoy the fall colors when i run.

2 breaths | first breath after coma


:: 2005 5 July :: 1.02 pm
:: Mood: mischievous
:: Music: northstar - to my better angel

okay, so i figured i'd write this because i'm a senior now and there are a lot of new people on cross-country. i'll start with the cross-country camps.

coach blunk likes to say that they are fun, they are not. do you like being in your hotel room most of the day with 11 other guys? you will be bored and the most fun you will have is with the other guys and the crazy stuff that happens with that. i hope you're friends with some of them. i hope you like to shave, if you grow facial hair quickly...then you're fucked my friend. coach will not allow you to have any facial hair, i shaved in a sink right before we went running most days. so waking up at 6 in the morning after going to sleep at 1 and having to shave, it doesn't turn out too well. so now i think i'll list somethings that you will miss

1. a hot shower longer than 2 minutes
2. good food - you will eat at the cheapest resturants coach can find
3. your own bed...minus your bedmate - and if he steals the covers...your just plain fucked again.
4. phone calls - if you have a girlfriend, you will miss her because you won't be talking to her for 6 days. (fuck that)
5. privacy - you will be spending a week with 11 other guys, privacy is non-existant. remember, you signed up for this.
6. rest - you will not sleep much, you are running twice a day. if you do fall asleep during the day someone will call your cell phone asking for muhhammad (peronal experience)

the only fun i had was with my friends. i did not have fun when we ran during the runs. i had more fun when we explored shit. you may hear stories about how i almost died like 6-8 times during that week and you will here coach say stuff about how if i didn't have bad luck then i would have no luck at all. think of it this way, i'm still alive mother fuckers, i haven't died yet, nor have i been maimed or disfigured. so i think i've got some pretty damn good luck.


okay, so now i'll write about coach. he coached my dad when he was in high school, my dad graduated in 1981. he uses the same ideas on running that he learned back then, yes they are outdated. ice does not heal all things. nor does streching and icing everything make everything better. rest IS a good thing. 75 miles a week is a bad thing. once you join cross-country, coach expects you to run 365 days. think christmas gives you a day off? nope, coach will give you the "if you were really dedicated" speech. think birthdays are another? no, i had to pack and work on mine and leave after to go to wisconsin. injuries are no excuse either, unless you are fully bedridden, coach wants you running. the only thing coach jokes about is how many laps or minutes you have left, and that shit is not funny. being dead tired is not a good excuse, unless you are about to die from exhaustion, you will have to run or do something. if something bad happens, it is always your fault, you did something wrong, all blame is on you.

first breath after coma


:: 2005 2 July :: 9.12 am
:: Mood: cold
:: Music: elliott smith - waltz #2

so its july 2nd, and i'm in a hoodie and pants at the moment, because someone has opened up all the windows in my house while i was sleeping, therefore making my house very very cold. not that i don't like the cold, but not when i first wake up, i like to be warm in bed. the past few days have been cool. i ran every morning too, stupid me. i'm taking today off, i'll increase the distance of my run tomorrow. i'll write more later, i need breakfast.

first breath after coma

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