Saturday Apr 16, 2005

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"She's made of hair and bone and little teeth,
And things I cannot speak.
She comes on like a crippled plaything,
Spine is just a string."
-- Marilyn Manson, "Tourniquet"

It happens. Who knows why, but God. Who knows why, but God. Who knows fuck all. Not I. Shhh. It's a secret and we're not supposed to even think it.

FUCK

The things I said to you,
The things I meant,
Those words were full,
But they left me hollow.

It happens.

Sometimes you can't help it. Sometimes you can. Sometimes you can, but don't. Sometimes you don't even look at me. Never did you see me. This is only a test.

It happens to me a lot.

A lot.

A lot.

Sometimes more than it should, but sometimes not.

When Christ died, he had an audience. Cut off my fucking eyelids so I can watch the very end.

It always happens.




"Nothing is for sure,
Nothing is for certain,
Nothing last forever,
But until they close the curtains,
It's you and I..."
-- Outkast, AQUEMINI
kathleen:
i didn't realize you were so poetic. i like that. you'll have to explain some of your writting to me sometime.
so whats up with your current crush? i thought i was your current crush. j/k
well im glad i finally found you and im glad you remembered me and weren't like "whos this fucked up bitch trying to be my friend?"
oh, i don't know if you've been to the club but i haven't worked in like 2 months. i think im going to go back in like a week or two(if i feel like it) so i'll let you know so you can come hang out with me and we can catch up.
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