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doodles
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ha it's me again
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in another directionI. By mid-april, the house was hot; it was hot in the morning, and it was hot in the day, and it was hot at night. The world was hot, hot, hot, and there was no escape. In the middle of the night, the girl would sit on the edge of her bed nearest the window, cracking it open just the slightest in hopes of catching a breeze. She wasn't really a girl, though, and sometimes there would be a boy with her, and sometimes a bottle of five oaks, and sometimes a book, or all three, but the window was always there for her. At night she paced, and read, and drank, and thought because the night was her muse, and though she had no art in in another direction
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Hate dwells and creeps and oozes from every crack left unattended, from your tear ducts, and your finger tips, and the pores on your cheeks. Hate slips it's bony fingers under your skin , let me see it, I know it's here, let me rip and tear and taste your heart. As small and unnoticed as it may be, I know it's there, and I know it's delicious. It scrapes brittle fingernails across the muscle and tissue holding all your love, and sorrow inside, no one's going to hurt you anymore, no one's coming, no one's there, you can put it all away, I'll be your smile now, I promise, i promise. It peels back your skin ,it's been so l Untitled
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badabingshe wrote better when she was heartbroken. she wrote better when she carried safety pins in her car, pushing them against her wrists at stop lights. she wrote better when she couldn't write at all and anything about you made her so giddy mad she couldn't breathe.

i read all the notes she sent you, you sent me every line of prose,
every scratched iridescent poetic ramble. you said to me, "here"
and poured every part of you into my cupped hands. the more i read the more i ask, "who are you?" but you are too busy filling
the crevices of my fingers.

i want to hold badabing
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3651. february 2nd
your shirt still hangs forlornly in my hall cupboard, a quiet visitor too shy to make his excuses and leave. you had worn it the day that there was four inches of snow. i had asked you if painting trees coal-black could be called art; you said no, not when so many bored women and men died of heartbreak every winter. and now, your shirt hides between an elderly overcoat and a taffeta bridesmaid dress from 1997, because i cannot dwell on black tree-bones any more.
2. february 28th there is a funeral on 365
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FireThere is nothing sadder than Watching a prodigy genius burn Out and waste away well maybe
There is but there's no poetic potential
In saying one of the many sad things in The world... there's no flame in that
On this cramped keypad sec. easily becomes
Sex and an "e" can be mashed together and Before you know it sec(ond) flame becomes a Regular faggot fest or it does in this cross Referencing mind of mine (is the hyphen Purposely left out am I mad?) at this hour
Depending on who you talk to you could Be sent to the anger management shrink Or to Fire
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you are a welcoming back from the ocean

Thu Jul 9, 2009, 9:58 AM

Mood: Peaceful
Listening to: emily haines
Reading: vindication of the rights of woman D:

i hate leaving memes/quizzes/whatever as my last journal... sorry guys!
so... business first: would anyone actually care if i deleted some shit? if so let me know what.
i'm taking FOREVER to submit anything new because... well i decided i hate everything i've done ever and need to start over. which takes a really long time.
and i would submit something i've written except none of it makes sense, and pretty much everything has excessive relation to food because i've been cooking so much.
anyway, this is just a notification that i'm not dead/haven't gone over to the dark side of only ever submitting memes.
byes
p.s. my mood has been "peaceful" since forever but i really don't think i've ever actually BEEN peaceful.

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