Some days I feel so filty I can't stand my own thoughts
It's as if I'm simply waiting for that ignorant bliss to return
That beautiful, mundane, comforting bliss
I feel empty half the time
And the other half I'm simply content with not feeling so fucking empty
But I stagger on
Sometimes quite efficiently
Sometimes lame
Because in the grand sceme of it all...
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It's as if I'm simply waiting for that ignorant bliss to return
That beautiful, mundane, comforting bliss
I feel empty half the time
And the other half I'm simply content with not feeling so fucking empty
But I stagger on
Sometimes quite efficiently
Sometimes lame
Because in the grand sceme of it all...
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I think some people on Suicide Girls should watch this video, maybe they'll realize finally that they are taking life way to seriously... or not
Sometimes eloquence completely escapes you
Sometimes all that leaves your larynx is nothing but prosaic beauty
Today I was left with a faded picture of her while digging through old things
A reminder of how good, how bad, how remarkably electric things once were
Summer's eve having sex propped up against the side of a house
Wiping the sweat from her forehead before I let...
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Sometimes all that leaves your larynx is nothing but prosaic beauty
Today I was left with a faded picture of her while digging through old things
A reminder of how good, how bad, how remarkably electric things once were
Summer's eve having sex propped up against the side of a house
Wiping the sweat from her forehead before I let...
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just watch...
solace:
Very cool.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZjaQw9fL7mc
high school AV project, we failed, guess you can't make a commercial about alcohol, whatever, fuck the system eh?
high school AV project, we failed, guess you can't make a commercial about alcohol, whatever, fuck the system eh?
For You
As I walk through these corridors
One face remains
Through the light and dust
A face of fire; of purity
One that any man would feel thankful to wake up next too
To have her inside his veins
To have her all to his own
His own campfire that burns through the seasons
Always lit, always a place of comfort
Always a part...
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As I walk through these corridors
One face remains
Through the light and dust
A face of fire; of purity
One that any man would feel thankful to wake up next too
To have her inside his veins
To have her all to his own
His own campfire that burns through the seasons
Always lit, always a place of comfort
Always a part...
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Voice of the Voiceless
If one has no one to turn to, how long will they keep spinning?
We were raised by parents who were told by their parents to simply be happy that they weren't at war. So our parents simply told us to do the same. Do. Do things. Go to school. Buy a car Get a job. Get married. Have kids. Settle...
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If one has no one to turn to, how long will they keep spinning?
We were raised by parents who were told by their parents to simply be happy that they weren't at war. So our parents simply told us to do the same. Do. Do things. Go to school. Buy a car Get a job. Get married. Have kids. Settle...
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(Heavy shit, reader beware)
Mercaptan
A car crash is a very vivid string of moments, ripe with pure, blasting physical and emotional feelings. Pain. Fear. Panic. Loss of control. It's nothing like in the movies, where everything becomes slow and melodramatic. By the time you've realized you were in a car accident, it's over. In fact, in a car crash, things speed up to a...
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Mercaptan
A car crash is a very vivid string of moments, ripe with pure, blasting physical and emotional feelings. Pain. Fear. Panic. Loss of control. It's nothing like in the movies, where everything becomes slow and melodramatic. By the time you've realized you were in a car accident, it's over. In fact, in a car crash, things speed up to a...
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On October 15, 1984 at 6:44 a.m. a pure blood Golden Retriever made his way onto the 3,000-square foot front lawn of the White House. He'd wandered away from nearby Pershing Park where he was playing fetch with his owner. White House Secret service agents and security officials on the compound chased the dog all over the lawn for a good twenty minutes. The dog...
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friskey:
The dog must have had a bomb! Or else why else would he be shot? 
meshell:
Were you born in 1984? ahhh procrastination at the vancouver public library... that was me yesterday before I decided to NOT write the papers I need to hand in on monday. o well. that is weird though...