I wish sometimes I was loved...but only sometimes. I give and the people that will someday call my name out so they can suck the glory I will close myself off to.
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I'm looking forward to saying goodbye...
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entropy:
don't worry kids, she's only going to kill herself!
marla:
your bits of life bring me daily joy
Shadows pass over the grass and my face as I lay on the ground with my cheek pressed close to the dirt and straw. Small circles are made with the first finger of my right hand in the dust. The dust also covers my arms, resting in between the hairs on my arms, a light jacket of the world around me.
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pikle:
Such intimacy with reality. It's good to see you posting in your journal again DJD.
alexcuervo:
Hey DJD! I sent you a couple emails, but the confirmation page errored out, so I dunno if they went through or not. Grrr...
Well this is the first I've seen of the "new" site. The comments in my profile were not mine.
fred:
Who's to say the comments in your profile were not your own? Could they have possibly crawled away to a soft nest?
Do they live as black words on white sand?
Ants in a line... The coke can, the desert air.
Asphalt heat wavers. Car seat vinyl adheres.
Moisture is important.
Do you breathe in the bossanova, the blue sky?
Is your sun belligerent, orange and torn?
Hello. It's all relative.
Do they live as black words on white sand?
Ants in a line... The coke can, the desert air.
Asphalt heat wavers. Car seat vinyl adheres.
Moisture is important.
Do you breathe in the bossanova, the blue sky?
Is your sun belligerent, orange and torn?
Hello. It's all relative.
Shooting has been going well
Dave vomits up anything he eats
I cough up blood
Jim is sick with fever
It hurts sometimes
We are the dead...we run like the dead
Dave vomits up anything he eats
I cough up blood
Jim is sick with fever
It hurts sometimes
We are the dead...we run like the dead
You have not lived until you are stuck in a New York cab during rush hour with a fever...
Today is the last day of shooting Jims scenes. Time will come back to me. Writing has begun on "Flesh For The Spider", boo yah.
Well I'm done filming for a few days. Jim was a darling as he forever is. I'm going home to be with the one I love.
If I have been slow in returning e-mail it's because I don't have access to a computer at the moment...I still care for y'all.
If I have been slow in returning e-mail it's because I don't have access to a computer at the moment...I still care for y'all.
Endocet
So I sit and hold the dreams in. Waking up has become a little problem...a little problem. After night has had it's way....I need more then three now and I wont forget. I miss y'all and need more time.
I know something is wrong...please don't be angry with me...please stop being mad...please...
So I sit and hold the dreams in. Waking up has become a little problem...a little problem. After night has had it's way....I need more then three now and I wont forget. I miss y'all and need more time.
I know something is wrong...please don't be angry with me...please stop being mad...please...
The way we live is slideing...the way is life down....Las Vegas nights in a sweet fall...fuck me....
My blood will bring resurrection and make you a living angel.
A blood clot as big as your hand...a good thing...cancer get behind me...
xo, moi