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Two Headed Boy
Two Headed Boy, all floating in glass.
The sun, it has passed, now it's blacker than black.
I can't hear as you tap on your jar.
I am listening to hear where you are.
I am listening to hear where you are.
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Animals
Dreamt about dance lessons; unfinished sentences.
"Yes," she said, "I'm listening." Though you'll forget every single word.
"It's six o'clock I can't believe it. I've got to be getting home."
Fighting off internal demons of incredible age.
(It's not so easy, their roots grew deeply.)
So let's see how far this rabbit hole goes.
Let's see if this rabbit hole takes us home.
Tiptoe through a sleeping city we surround ourselves with animals.
We're animals.
The rooftops were awake that night.
With my voice, and your voice.
And your voice... you sounded so good on the phone.
Call me when you get home.
"I'm sorry that I let you go twice before" she said.
You are it.
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Oh Dear, My Dear.
I wrote you a song. But
the words didn't fit together like
I wanted them too,
Though they were for you.
Three/Four over Four/Four.
I'll be slowing down soon, I fear.
Oh dear, oh dear, my Dear.
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She Didn't Smoke A Day In Her Life
Dear Dad,
I'm sorry. I want more than anything for this to work out alright. I wish I didn't have to find out over the phone, either.
I'm sorry you're so far away, I wish I could be with you right now.
I'm so sorry, Dad.
I love you very much.
-your daughter.
Dear Grandma,
Please fight hard through this.
I'm sorry you've been diagnosed with lung cancer.
I barely get to see you, but you've still managed to be a large part of my life, even though we live across the country from each other.
I love you very much. I'm here for you.
I'm so sorry, Grandma.
Please get well soon.
-your grand daughter.
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Late Last Night/Early This Morning
Last night:
All the messages you ever left for me
and the notes you wrote.
All those pictures I had of you
found their way to the trash.
This morning:
I woke up.
I was rid of you.
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(no title)
Mostly orange was the colour of her hair.
Mostly orange was the colour of
Don't forget,
Diamond rings, don't always promise endless things.
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I'm Always Thinking Of You
The wound re-opens.
Fresh, pink, baby skin too thin to contain the thought of you.
The pictures and memories and words and words and words spill out of me again.
I bleed the essence of you out in the form of tears and small whimpers.
My body dissolves into so much raw meat,
A heart seemingly continues to beat
But it's just
A twitch
Every time that I think of you.
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Enjoy Your "Triumphant Return", You Asshole. Oh, Did I mention I'm Still In Love With You?
But I did, however, stumble upon a discovery.
It's the watch around your wrist.
It's the place where the ring I gave you is missing,
It's your new clothes,
Your new way of talking,
Your job,
Your future,
Your travel plans,
Your new-found ego
Your 1988, freshly waxed, shiny, black 325i BMW convertible.
It's all an explanation.
This is the definition of me without you.
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C'est Fini
This is day one.
This is the start.
This is how it all begins.
Look out, because I'm just about to make something out of myself.
I'm about to be somebody.
And from now on, I wear my own shirts to bed.
Good night.
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Is It Really Better To Have Loved And Lost?
(For anyone in the dark, I've just lost the love of my life.
He left me on the 19th. This is quite possibly the worst pain I've ever felt.)
I'm trying to be rational and logical and tell myself I'm better off, but the black-hole-void that resides just inside my ribcage, just below my heart, reminds me that I'm a failure. I'm empty and alone in the dark. I can't eat anymore. There's no point, really. The black hole sucks the air of nutrition away from my weak heart. I swear I can hear it crying out for one drop of something, anything so it can force out another beat. Or it could be my own whimpers I wake to in the night, face down on a wet, downy pillow.
I dropped every shield I ever had... crushed every wall I ever built; It's no surprise I'm left with nothing but a pile of rubble.
I am the walking dead.
I am the empty look in your eyes.
I feel nothing
I feel nothing
I feel nothing but pain.
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(no title)
I'm dying.
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What Happened To My Old Entries? HELP
HELP ME.
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A Boy Like That.
He looked at me, invulnerably, and admitted it.
And I could tell it was the truth.
This one, I thought.
This one has been hurt before.
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"CrashBangBoom" (Went My Heart)
My favourite part was looking over at you, just a glance to see the
Colour light up your face (as I'm sure it lit up mine)
And see you smiling. Really smiling.
And I got to think:
"Lucky me."
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"Good Night, Babe" Is Right.
where sleeping is as practiced a routine as
Olympic gymnastics.
And though we switch and change positions
One hundred.. Two hundred times,
We just can't NOT be comfortable in each others arms.
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Oh Gee, Katie, Have I Got A Story For You.
or.. did he?
I have never experienced sadness like this before.
I have never experienced bliss so shortly after.
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"There Is No Formula For This, And If There Is It's Fucking Ass-Backwards And Written On The Bottom Of A Cheetah."
Or major travesties,
in my life.
No one has shown up at my door at 2:00 am to kiss me, As well as
No one has called telling me "it's over," or "they're dead."
I have become... I don't know.
Nothing of note his life or mine..
I have become a daily occurrence. I never intended it to be this way.
Right now I'm writing in both an attempt to make up for lost pages and to
Document that my heart breaks easier than before, but it also heals faster.
I trust this boy.
I love this boy.
(And if he asks, I painted my nails for work, And if he finds out I'm awake at two, it's Because I thought someone was outside my door.)
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There Is No Point In Wearing Sexy Underwear Because No One Is Ever Going To See It.
Or "sexual"
Or have "sex"
Or any of that.
I just really wanted YOU to hold MY hand
I think.
(Let's get some time alone together, shall we?
We'll watch that shitty movie we rented.)
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"Why Do You Care So Much?"
I just
Don't know.
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Salad Face
but some things are too funny to keep to myself.
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"Agreed."
No,
I want to be there.
Still asleep in his arms
Warmth wrapped in deep slow breathing,
Happy as a clam (and so smooth without barnacles)
He mumbles to me.
"wordswordswords."
"Pardon me?"
"wordswordswords."
I smile and agree.
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I Was Surprised To Find It Was Blank
* Open it to page 56.
* Find the fifth sentence.
* Post the text of the sentence in your journal along with these instructions.
* Don
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What Are You Thinking About?
"Oh."
(I'm thinking that if you asked me, I would say "yes.")
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There Some Are Things Everybody Should Experience.
I feel like a kid again.
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I'm In Love
I'm in love.
I'm in love.
I'm in love.
I'm in love.
I'm in love.
I'm in love.
I'm in love.
I'm in love.
I'm in love.
I'm in love.
I'm in love.
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I Wonder If You Would Even Care If You Knew.
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guestbook
Hey. I don't know if I like the new random tour feature...you heard of it? I stumbled across this page with it, scanned it really quick and I knew right away that this was boring and that we don't have anything in common. But unfortunately I didn't spend enough time touring. How corrupt is that? The random tour lands on the lamest melos and you can't even skip them in hopes of finding someone totally rad.
ah well I'm glad your doing better.
I like to think were all carwrecks waiting to happen. It all depends on who we crash into
i'm good too. Looks like I chose the right time to return to this god awful place. Melo is all different and broken now its hard to navigate. Its good to see a familiar face. So what's got you in such a good mood?
not sure if you remember me. was just checking melo after so long. how are you?
That's so true. But then, nothing can ever really promise anything I guess.
That's fantastic. I've thinking of hooking all of my equipment back up to do some recording.
I'll let you know if I ever do. That sounds awesome. : )
How have you been?
That's bullshit. The bitch quit, her position was filled. Fuck her. You should start a mysterious grease fire in her bedroom.
>:( Angry Ben is angry. You'll get a better job though, don't worry.
Oh Em, I'm sorry about the job. You'll find something else. Something amazing. ♥
(hug) i'm not going to put in words. I kinda understand...but i'm sure you're hurting worst then i did.
if you need to rant on teh meloz, you know where i be.
I know that might seem harsh, but it's what people told me (about Louis). And in the end I found they were super right.
(just clarifying).
I understand. I didn't know much about your boyfriend other than I didn't know much about it, but from what I've heard (nothing outrageous, don't worry) it just reminds me of how Louis treated me and made me feel and I KNOW it doesn't mean much right now (I still remember Maddie telling me 5 months after we were over that I would get over it and find someone better, and I still refused to believe her until about 9 months flew by/dragged on) but time really does heal. Not all the way. Whenever I pass Louis on the street or hear talk about him my gut clenches up, my heart pounds, and I feel generally upset, and knowing, or at least being pretty sure in my thinking that those things DON'T happen to him when he sees me, makes it worse.
But then there are the times where I catch a picture of him on one of my friend's facebook pages, and I just have to laugh because he looks so beneath me, because looking at him face reminds me of all the things I did for him, all the stuff I didn't do for him, and all the ways he took advantage of that by not giving a shit and putting his friends first - people he saw at school or at band practice every day. The reason I bring that up is because that was one of the main things I was told about when I asked how you two were doing - that he didn't pay attention, that he put other things first.
It hurts, totally, and your post stirred up what I haven't felt in a long time. But in the end I'm glad I got crushed and emotionally wrecked because it makes you so much more eager to find that happiness again.
My only advice to you now is to feel as shitty as you want, hole yourself up as long as you want, eat as little or as much as want, do stupid things you normally wouldn't (if you want), and just dwell, scream, cry on this feeling until it starts to lift, and until you start feeling open again. You'll build walls back up, maybe even bigger than before, but just take your time to feel better, then get back on your feet and feel proud that throughout the whole time you were together, no one ever had a bad word to say about the way you treated him. In fact, most people said you gave him too much credit.
I know that might seem harsh, but it's what people told me. And in the end I found they were super right.
If you want coffee, tea, crafts, or just hanging out, come to my place. It's a mess but there's no dress code.
Lastly, most importantly, I'm sorry!
Oh babe, I'm so sorry. I will call you as soon as I can when I get back. I'm hugging you from afar until then. ♥
You'll be alright. You should eat something though. Even if you don't feel like it.
I love you, see you soon.
Hey, what's wrong? I available the 25th, if you feel like chatting... that's when I'm back from Cleveland.
Watch out, the Outside Lands lineup this year is bullshit.
I'm boycotting it completely. I guess that's why SF is having two festivals this year - both put on by Another Planet. They need to meet their quota or something. I was squished by 80,00 people last year being in the front. They probably don't have that many people coming this year.
But the Dylan/Streets thing - I really am stuck deciding between the two. I will have to eventually come to a conclusion.
I know! I hope if I choose MGMT that Dylan doesn't die next year or something. I'd lose it.
Yeah, most of what I listen to is classic shit but lately I'm giving the past 20 years the benefit of the doubt by finding some interesting stuff.
I wish I had a car - I'd tell you to come to California and take a road trip with me or something. I'm in dire need of a vacation, but I suppose I always am. I'm constantly on edge.
Yeah, they're pretty spectacular - especially live. If you ever get the chance to see them, I recommend it. It's an LED trance they put you in.
Haha. I haven't read that one, yet. I've read the Great Shark Hunt and the Campaign Trail of '72. Is that one good at all? It must be, HST is legend. Sacramento still pretty much sucks, though.
Oh yes, the Harley will be on my to-do list. : P
You should come to SF. The weather is perfect this month.
Never been to Vancouver. I have heard many, many gay Asians reside there - I'm not too sure I should believe that - though, I'm sure there's a few.
That's rad - it really was a spectacular show, if you dig on Radiohead. It's a beautiful park regardless of any festivals, though. I'm glad you got to see it. It was my first and last time going to GGP but I'm going back on Tuesday with the mother figure and little bro.
Yeah, the only thing neat about Sacramento is that it's pretty much two hours from everywhere - SF, Tahoe, Mendocino, etc.
I used to go every month, I've only been three times this year.
Went to Outside Lands last August in Golden Gate Park . It was fantastic. Perfect place for a blow out festival.
Ha. Funny how Sacramento reminds you of the movies.
It's shit.
It really is a great city. I stay in Sacramento which is about two hours away from it.
Canada, huh? Only been there once. Do you come out here often?
Yeah, I hear you, I need to write a new song as soon as I can - it's definitely long overdue. Though, inspiration is so far from my thoughts, lately, it's frustrating.
I love San Francisco, perhaps a bit too much. I used to go there at least once every month. I'm hoping to go sometime in August with the old string box and start a ruckus.
(Bob Dylan dreams must be nice. I'd love to hug that man some day.)
Where do you stay anyway?
Dog? Couldn't give two shits. Three best friends and an ex. I used to dream of them a lot.
You should. I'm in a mood that only music can soothe.
More like I sexually seduce you. Am I rite?
Drop it like its hawt mo-fuckah.
I'd give you bangs if I had any left. : /
Great entry, though. It's entirely too familiar to me.
I'm glad you found them. If you value your stuff, I would download semagic, an Lj posting client, copy and paste them to some kind of Lj or Lj clone account or just a file and save them there. You never know here. :-p
If you look in my Hashi art folder, for instance, at the end of the one page, it says that is ALL, but if I add a 1 to the url, it takes me to the older entries. I hope this works for you too.
When you either look at your folders as a reader or go to the back to edit, there will be many entries you canny see due to a melo glitch. You must add a number to the end of the url so that it will take you to that page. It's a pain in the ass. Same for gspots. Lemme go look to see what exactly the number is for myself, for example
About Me
"Life goes on within you and without you." - The Beatles
Real Name:e.
Birthday:
Feb 9 1989
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Amped
Location:
Top Left. Atlantic View.
Sex?:
Chick.
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