james_

A heart that's full up like a landfill
A job that slowly kills you
Bruises that won't heal

I'll take a quiet life
A handshake, carbon monoxide
No alarms and no surprises please.
(get me out of here)

If life is the worst thing that happens to you today, then you've got off lightly.

this has been a public service announcement by someone who's lost the plot.

F*E*A*R

For each a road
For everyman a religion
Find everybody and rue
Fuck everything and rumble
Forget everything and remember
For everything a reason
Forgive everybody and remember

For each a road
For everyman a religion
Face everybody and rue
Fuck everything and rumble
Forget everything and remember
For everything a reason

F E A R

Final eternity arouses reaction
Freeing excellence affects reality...
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Right. First of all, Apologies for not posting in anyone's journals, not speaking to anyone on MSN and generally not being around, but things have been absolutely fucking mental-busy here over the last week or so. I've only been able to get on for little bursts. Anyways, It's unlikely to get better anytime soon, cos the boss is going on holiday in a week, so...
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some 3am scribblings:

The rotted hours of our lives/
Have passed. The minutes/
Become as seconds and/
I know you said/
I'd never get this far/
I feel old already/
Though the smile on my face/
Is as real as the day you left.

So, this friday I took ecstacy for the first ever time, and it was kind of a revelation for me.
On friday night I had to work for a change, and I was on with Gareth, who is one of the other guys who works at my shop. He's about my age, and we get on pretty well, although we'd never been out before. Well,...
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She Is Staggering

Are you crazy man, you didn't notice her,
You must be blind.
All I do now, is think about how,
She will be mine.

I couldn't stand up, I couldn't sit down,
One look at her and I stumble around

One look at her, I get irrational, She ties my tongue.
I saw her downtown, on a cloudy day,
And she brought...
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A suicide girl stole my name!

I'd at leat have liked an email telling me, y'know? still. ok, so the site aint run for us members, It's a place for all of them girls to congregate, so I suppose I'll have to come up with something new. God. Hassle and a fucking half, natch. Still, can't complain.

I had a dream.
On the train headed out from New York, picking up more and more speed, my stomach dropping, acceleration, we must have been travelling at 400 mph, and I had to get tickets for the concert. That's why I was in NY, see. Dad had stuck me on the plane, and I was on an unfamiliar railway, all alone. The walls were...
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Two poems, both by e e cummings.

l(a

l(a

le
af
fa

ll

s)
one
l

iness

pity this busy monster,manunkind,

pity this busy monster,manunkind,

not. Progress is a comfortable disease:
your victim(death and life safely beyond)

plays with the bigness of his littleness
--electrons deify one razorblade
into a mountainrange;lenses extend

unwish through curving wherewhen till unwish
returns on its unself.
A world of...
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