after you stop crying, after your eyelids close and you have that one, first glimpse of the world undistorted by your tears, it seems clearer than ever. you're overcome with the way the light interacts with your neurons, uninterrupted for the first time, or so it seems. you soak it in and it all seems so miraculous that you can't help but feel ecstatic that...
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i'm pulverized.
today might be eventful.
I listened to her voice on the phone, exploding with life, but still slightly resembling the measured-but-honeyed touch I first heard from a girl who was really a woman back when I was still the boy I am now. She asked me my story and I gave her the typical, concise version of the past few months, which she took in without a second thought...
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my favorite five, in no order:
Fractal
Pihka
Morgan
Roxy
Flux
in case you were curious.
Fractal
Pihka
Morgan
Roxy
Flux
in case you were curious.
it had been so long since i'd been to a show that it was nice to get out, do something, hear some loud music, stare at punk/indie rock girls and drool as they completely ignore my black ass. if i had any talent, i'd channel my competing love and hate for them into the composition of the greatest album EVER.
but i don't, so i...
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but i don't, so i...
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thistle:
oh man i hate those girls. i think we should write angry songs about them together, talent or no. where in iowa?
[Threnody or "pretentious lyric time"]
don't lie, i know you gave it all to them in shortened breaths and bloody spittle that decorates you better than any crown...(or perhaps that memory's exclusive to me--I don't know if you mean to)
don't lie, I know they're double digit hours across states and continental shelves--I could see it, I think it's a whisper in my ears. I...
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don't lie, i know you gave it all to them in shortened breaths and bloody spittle that decorates you better than any crown...(or perhaps that memory's exclusive to me--I don't know if you mean to)
don't lie, I know they're double digit hours across states and continental shelves--I could see it, I think it's a whisper in my ears. I...
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It doesn't even feel like I'm living anymore, just drifting in-between sleeping sessions, doing nothing until I do something. I've been waking up daily and taking the train to work, never fully becoming awake until I interact on a meaningful level, which usually isn't until noon or so. The office has slowed, there are only half of us here, which is strange, but then I've...
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pihka:
yesterday the rain tasted like ink the colour of bruises
today its just clear slate grey, transparent and cool
(and yes im aware those arent tastes really, but sometimes tastes have colours too, and scents)
today its just clear slate grey, transparent and cool
(and yes im aware those arent tastes really, but sometimes tastes have colours too, and scents)
i didn't get arrested, i saw lots of gorgeous people, a woman gave me her number without me asking for it (wtf?), i bought me some jawbox, and one of the guys at djangos played the most recent bad brains live album.
life is intense.
life is intense.
Somehow, I need to survive until October.
thirty:
For Halloween?