Sunday Jul 11, 2004

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Sorry I don't write.

Since last I did, I read my poetry at an open mic thing at ALL and may do it again this coming Friday.

I saw two towns worth of fireworks.

I went to Boston to see Ben Folds/Rufus Wainwright/Guster and hang out in Randolph with the P.Love. Rufus Wainwright sucks. Cock. Really. He should be on tour with Tori Amos, not Ben and Guster. MFB was all "but the song from Moulin Rouge was so pretty" and I was all "you fag." Okay, not really.
Apparently he was addicted to chrystal meth. As was a character on Queer as Folk. shocked

MFB took me to Spiderman and Farenheit 9/11. My favorite part of the former was Hal Sparks in the elevator. love

Tomorrow I have to go apply at WalMart so that I can hang out with my friend Jesse and make money at the same time. Although, Starbucks would be much happier and closer to my house.
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rodbrit39:
Glad you're OK. Hope the reason you
don't get online much is because your life is full of good things. Be happy kiss
letoskald:
A poem man, dig it. Tell me what you think

"Loneliness"

Sitting in a bar,
Chilling, relaxing, crying,
Heart bleeding,
Headaching, blood pumping.

My mind spins,
Heart weeps,
Soul sleeps,
No one hears,
No one cares.

They ask me to dance,
I long for romance,
Emptiness, pain, loss,
As I sigh,
As I lie,
Loneliness,
As I die.

I hurt, I ache,
My heart cries,
A lover, a dreamer,
A fools bitter mistake,
To trust someone,
To lower my walls,
That I keep in place,
To protect me from lifes harsh lies,
Loneliness,
I want to die.

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