difranco

plastic centemetres belittle stolen hearts, the miles we create with distance become more than a figment. when choosing to love another we agree to experience feelings which could eventually destroy our being. its a risk we have no choice over.

soon the ice will melt and you will be left standing holding a heart of flesh, tattooed and healed scarring. bitterness has to be dealt with, silence accepted.

the figures left standing will slowly fall, resting on another to create a mound of heavy bodies. they had no choice but to fall, as we have no choice but to love.

i'm not sure if i care enough to want, but to need is not an option i can refuse.

i care, and i love. i adore.. with bubble guns and stickers we'll conquer the night.

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this afternoon when walking back home wit my parents, a dog which i refer to the breed as little rats.. ran past my and my parents in the middle of the road.. there was no one chasing it.. we watched in horror as a car approached (this was a main street).. the car slowed and a long tail of traffic started to build up behind it; me being pretty much spur of the moment girl.. handed my bags to my mother an ran the fastest i could to follow and catch this little mite.. i ran about a mile.. through town and crossing over the busy main road, the dog finally crossed onto the opposite pavement then ran down an alley.. it then disappeared down a hole beside a wall into a storage place or something, two guys helped get her back over the wall.. one jumped over, the other grabbed her.. she was then taken to be cleaned up (covered in crap).. and comforted.. then the police were called and i guess she will be waiting to find her owner. by the end of it, i was near passing out, shaking and seeing black because i had run so fast and so far to catch up with the mite. we got home and i lay down. my chest now is wheezing everytime i breath

the adventures of me.. on boxing day


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one rolls a joint.. heads for the shower and buys mixer for my vodka..