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[Oct. 26th, 2006|11:39 pm] |
Repetitive.  I remember you telling me  This city will break your heart.  It will change who you are.  Tear you apart  But I've been there  Hurt enough people to know.  That if you don't get away every once in a while  you're never going to grow. |
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| (no subject) |
[Sep. 6th, 2006|11:28 am] |
 It's been three years. Six days.  Five minutes.  I love the way your hair  Twirled across the front of your face.  And I love the way  you said you loved me too.  Even if we were both eighteen  and I was failing school  You would always be there for me  through all the fucked up things I'd do. |
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| (no subject) |
[Jul. 29th, 2006|11:05 am] |
I'm only trying to find a reason.
So I could stick around.
Maybe I'll just find some excuse.
To stay in this old town. |
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| (no subject) |
[Jul. 5th, 2006|11:13 am] |
I looked around for a few minutes.
Just gathering old thoughts, trying to figure out exactly where I was.
No such luck.
I was lost
and I was without reasonable explanation.
I remembered
a child
when these trees were as tall as buildings.
Who knew that as we grew up
those plants, too, would grow
and become as tall as buildings.
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| (no subject) |
[Jul. 4th, 2006|06:41 pm] |
Flower pictures are totally not my thing.
Lightposts are the new flowers.
Ever wish you could just break?
I sure do. |
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| (no subject) |
[Jun. 25th, 2006|12:52 pm] |
Music.
innovation.
I want to be like Warhol
without the velvet.
Not your parents' video. |
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| (no subject) |
[Jun. 17th, 2006|06:11 pm] |
I'll be leaving in a few months
off to study the works of those before me.
and what was once referred to as 'home'
will no longer be a place in which i seek refuge.
A very crucial, yet independent negative aspect of
leaving this place.
Travel.
What a beautiful night it was, yesterday evening.
Human interaction. It's so...
indifferent.
Gooday.
With much love
Nick. |
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| (no subject) |
[Jun. 16th, 2006|10:21 am] |
Coffee Table
Living room
No parking
No littering
Days are limited
Yours truely. |
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| (no subject) |
[Jun. 15th, 2006|09:31 pm] |
So here I go.
My heart, reputation, life;
it's all on the line.
Love it, hate it.
It doesn't really matter.
It all takes the same work to be done.
Please stop raining.
Please.
It's so unnecessary.
so fucking unnecessary.
I'm not selling out.
I'm not forgetting my roots.
I'm just moving on.
We all move on in time, right?
It's only logical.
Protection.
The present is just there to divide the past and the future.
There's no real present.
There never will be, it's the future.
There never was, it's the past.
You just need that divisor.
That safety net to fall back on.
We all do. |
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