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| sometimes I forget...
...and sometimes its on purpose | comments: Leave a comment   |
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| stuff and things are going on sometimes
and sometimes I feel somethings and stuff a little
and then some other things happen
and I forget about the other stuff that happened before | | comments: Leave a comment |
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| It's a new year,
let's see what we can do with it... | | comments: Leave a comment |
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| Fill these spaces up with days
In my room you can go you can stay
I can't sleep
I can't speak to you
I cant sleep
Now these years locked in my drawer
I'll open to see just to be sure
I can't sleep
I can't speak to you
I can't sleep
And so I'm reaching out for the one
And so I've learned the meaning of the sun
And all this like a message comes to shift my point of view
I'm watching through my own light
As it tints the shade of you
Hold my wine hold it in
Nobody's lost but nobody wins
I can't sleep
I can't speak to you
I can't sleep
And so I'm reaching out for the one
And so I've learned the meaning of the sun
And all this like a message comes to shift my point of view
Im watching through my own light
As it tints the shade of you
I can't sleep
I can't speak to you
I can't sleep
I can't speak to you | | comments: Leave a comment |
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| slow,
and steadily waiting to win the race... | | comments: Leave a comment |
| | Current Music: | Sigur Rós - Untitled 5 | | Security: | | | Subject: | Bedside Bedouin | | Time: | 12:26 am | | Current Mood: |  blank |
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| lost in this vast place
alone
a single yucca in the desert
whose roots are planted in the shifting sands
the earth moves around me
landscape everchanging
I cling to the dry ground
trying to suck some sustenance from the vast empty expance
perhaps the winds will bring moisture and nourisment
or perhaps more dry heat and sand
I cannot control the wind
my spines reach outward in a starburst
grasping and grabbing for something
for which I thurst
but fate only brings more sand
to blow against my flesh and corrode
this is the way of my abrasive abode | | comments: Leave a comment |
| | Current Music: | The Books - There is No There | | Security: | | | Subject: | Good-things | | Time: | 09:42 pm | | Current Mood: | content |
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| swat---
at the strip from the detergent box
!snap!snap!
fifteen minutes pass
the best things in life are free
:) | | comments: Leave a comment |
| when you're gone
my beard will grow long
when you're gone
I'll drink from the carton
when you're gone
I will do as I please
when you're gone
when you're gone
the dishes will pile mile high
when you're gone
I wont have to try
and when you're gone
I'll stop caring
'cause since you're gone
I am gone too | | comments: Leave a comment |
| Last time I saw you
We had just split in two.
You were looking at me.
I was looking at you.
You had a way so familiar,
But I could not recognize,
Cause you had blood on your face;
I had blood in my eyes.
But I could swear by your expression
That the pain down in your soul
Was the same as the one down in mine.
That's the pain,
Cuts a straight line
Down through the heart;
We called it love. | | comments: 1 comment or Leave a comment |
| | Current Music: | Portishead - Fun For Me | | Security: | | | Subject: | CLOSING - ARGUMENTS | | Time: | 03:22 pm | | Current Mood: |  confused |
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| Les Dernières Choses
What's done is done
and what's come is come
and gone---
and gone---
Time
A season for things
and a reason for things
and the end of a season
and things come is come undone
Choices
One step leads to the another
and these boots were made for walkin
and its the trail of tears for years
and things come is finally come home
Collection
The salt bubbles up
and collects on my cheek
and I've got my red coat
and things come is finally gone
Las Ultimas Cosas Yo Digo
they will be tunneled
they will birth me
Yo viviré | | comments: Leave a comment |
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