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[Jul. 11th, 2009|11:16 pm] |
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Current Blink obsession
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[Jul. 9th, 2009|09:38 pm] |
I don't get much sleep I'm near dying juggling three jobs and working 7 days a week. I'm on the outside of love, I'm ignored and lonely. I can't hang out as much. But you know what? It's all good cuz I have a new pair of white doc Marts and pancakes for dinner. |
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[Jun. 21st, 2009|03:08 pm] |
I feel like I'm made of plasticine. Like I ate the wrong side of the mushroom and shrank shrank shrank into a tiny doll, but my body hadn't changed at all. So now I'm stuck in a huge clunky plasticine mould of myself and can't get out. Strange things drowsy medicines do to you when they should induce sleep, but you end up lying awake, staring at the ceiling. Tingly tingles running up and down your hand, and your head feels wooooooozzzzzyyyyy. Then you wonder, Whooo aaaaaarrrrrr uuuuuuuuu?
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[Jun. 19th, 2009|11:47 pm] |
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It's quite terrifying to realize that the happiest I've ever been was induced artificially. |
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[Jun. 16th, 2009|05:23 pm] |
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You have brains in your head.
You have feet in your shoes.
You can steer yourself any direction you choose.
You’re on your own and you know what you know.
And you are the one who’ll decide where to go.
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[Jun. 14th, 2009|11:50 pm] |
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watching terrible tv
it kills all thoughts
Getting spacier than
An astronaut
Making out with people
I hardly know or like
I can't believe what i do
Late at night
I wanna know what it's like
On the inside of love
I'm standing at the gates
I see the beauty above
I'm on the outside of love
Always under or above
Must be a different view
To be a me with a you
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[Jun. 7th, 2009|05:23 pm] |
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We run in different circles and these circles don't ever overlap.
They aren't concentric or centrifugal. They don't link or form venn diagramms.
We're like hamsters in two different wheels, forever running, never to stop.
We ain't gonna ever cross paths, lanes, alleys, roads.
We don't have to burn bridges because there aren't any.
We are in seperate spheres and can't ride around it on a motobike like Homer so no point trying.
And frankly, I'm too tired to care anymore.
Circles make me dizzy.
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[Jun. 4th, 2009|04:09 pm] |
I had a dream so vivid, I thought it was real.
I'm not sure if I want it to be real. I kind of do, but then again perhaps not.
Maybe it was real. Need to check.
Yes, my sense of reality is terribly unstable. I know. |
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[Jun. 4th, 2009|04:01 pm] |
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Living for the weekend.
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[May. 31st, 2009|02:33 pm] |
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Don't turn
Don't swivel
Don't pretend to fucking not care.
Don't snivel
or sniffle
or try to snuff it out.
Don't cry
Don't laugh
Don't get irritated, irate, intimidated.
Don't weep, don't leak, don't be a creep.
Just walk, just talk, just stalk.
Just think. Just imagine. Just fantasize.
Don't just sit, wait, eat your fries.
cuz you know you never will get a prize.
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[May. 28th, 2009|05:37 pm] |
Ineedinebratedamnesiathishasgottostop.
ineedtostoptypinglikeabloodysxckid.
ineedineedineed.to.breathe. |
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[May. 27th, 2009|09:51 pm] |
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“ You have to be always drunk. That’s all there is to it—it’s the only way. So as not to feel the horrible burden of time that breaks your back and bends you to the earth, you have to be continually drunk. But on what? Wine, poetry or virtue, as you wish. But be drunk. And if sometimes, on the steps of a palace or the green grass of a ditch, in the mournful solitude of your room, you wake again, drunkenness already diminishing or gone, ask the wind, the wave, the star, the bird, the clock, everything that is flying, everything that is groaning, everything that is rolling, everything that is singing, everything that is speaking…ask what time it is and wind, wave, star, bird, clock will answer you: “It is time to be drunk! So as not to be the martyred slaves of time, be drunk, be continually drunk! On wine, on poetry or on virtue as you wish. ”
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[May. 26th, 2009|12:36 am] |
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I seriously need to find a paying writing job, I keep writing for free or mere reimbursements.
This is way too much of a bohemian, starving writer situation for me to handle.
Gone are the romantic dreams of sitting in a cafe, scribbling away on a notepad (because I would be too poor to own a laptop).
It's just getting absolutely pathetic right now.
At least zooming down some major slopes in thomson on my skateboard cheered me up.
Yay to adreneline rushes. |
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[May. 24th, 2009|08:45 pm] |
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I have no car, but I've got a skateboard.
I've got no life, but I'm alive.
I've got no job and I've got no money, but I've got time to spend.
So all I do is sleep because sleeping just helps me past through the ironies of life.
I tried reading Extermination by Burroughs but his lack of punctuation just got on my nerves. I know I myself am guilty for the lack of proper usage of commas, but his two page long sentences just reminds me of the aimlessness of my life, just going on and on and on with no end. No future.
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[May. 22nd, 2009|02:32 am] |
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I didn't need no booze
nor drugs
nor more boiz
All I needed was to skate.
And now it's all falabellas and rainbows again((:
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[May. 20th, 2009|04:25 pm] |
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Boredom poisons the mind, seriously.
Just staying home with all that restless pent up energy can actually be exhausting, and is sapping all the magic poniness out of me. That's why I keep going out, but now I have no money. I want to skate, but no one wants to join me and I hate skating alone. So I'm back to square one. Staying home, fervently checking my emails for replies to the 4358094385304 places I applied to. Constantly refreshing tumblr, and getting depressed and cynical over the posts on love or the fabulous lives of others.
I just need some cats to complete my spinster life. |
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[May. 19th, 2009|02:18 am] |
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I really need some magic.
Bunnies out of a top hat, ribbons growing on trees and fishes flying in the sky.
A magic boy in a magic hut with all my friends in a caravan that has wings and whisk us away up up in the air, and runs on jellybeans. A radio that runs on clockwork and skips to the beats of the song.
Yes, I do need some magic to rescue me from the ennui of reality. It's just getting too scary to be alive. |
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[May. 19th, 2009|01:56 am] |
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Sad but true
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