speakvolumes

monophonic intent:
tread,
wanning,
being,
toil,
transit,
sound,
leaving,
reflex,
tulip,
birth,
tonal,
relinquish
soundtrack 4/24/03:
the god machine-one last laugh in a place of dying....
pj harvey- to bring you my love
spiritualized- complete works vol 1
year of the rabbit- ep

disintergrate
the palms of her hands still glisten with sweat
words exchanged
nothing decided
extirpate the past
wounds whither
providential shelter
& she tought I was joking...

Forget it.

O.S.T.
dj krush-the message at the depth
killing joke-what's THIS for...!
pest- necessary means
the bug

Life is a costly affair. I'm learning to let go of a lot right now. I've come to the conclusion that one can't hold on to anything in life, not because of love, respect, trust... I need to make some changes in my life, for sanity reasons alone. Ha. Life goes on and so must I. "Viva la muete," the battle cry of those that...
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I'm tired of love. I'm tired of giving to someone that just takes from me. I'm tired of bullshit smiles. tired of lies. I want to leave this place. To think that I stayed here to make sure that she was alright, all along she planned on leaving me behind. I am now part of the past. I gave her everything and now she's left...
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Death seems to be a theme in my life. A good friend of mine just lost his mom a month ago, she went in to hospital for an exploratory surgury & didn't come back, rare to say the least. Now I just got word that his brother O.D. this weekend, dead at 19! I just went through the passing of my best friend's mom back...
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I'm changing again. No matter how hard I try to get along, in the tired and tried formula of the past, it doesn't work. Hanging out with many of my friends does nothing for me. If anything it just reminds me that I could be reading or studying. Feel like I'm growing and everyone else in my life is happy with where their life's are...
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Oil
Running pass parked cars
Bidding my time away
She still calls
I entered the house of a friend and realized that I no longer wanted to be friends
The nun still hates me
Stoned, I sat in the air of Sunday nights sky
Muisc in my headphones
She wants sex
I've been considering moving
He still wants to die
I want to buy a...
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Death to the hipsters
Kill the transfusion of hemophiliac trendsetting denial
Gouge out the eyes of ignorance for the purpose of style before substance
Severed nerves
The cry of prophets
The battle looms
Grass will still grow on the battlefields of man


She walks
Heared it all before, I know you
We talk
Listen
Words transfuse with my blood as I realized the beauty
Yes,...
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