Trips to the coast

September 18, 2009 at 8:38 am (Do you know what I'm talking about?)

Feeling a little less of who and a little more of what you’d like.

In the silence of this suburb,

My skin is screaming.

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Little hot mess

September 15, 2009 at 1:00 am (Do you know what I'm talking about?)

Sedated to the core,

Sluggish movement,

Staggered apathy.

Even difficulties going through the carpal tunnel of love.

Peyton, you were right about my sole purpose in life.

- This place is a prison.-

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What if you peeked early?

July 13, 2009 at 12:08 am (College, Do you know what I'm talking about?)

Liars block,

11 hours and 56 minutes till the overdue assignment is to be submitted.

Fuck.

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Tempest in a teacup, get unique.

July 4, 2009 at 7:05 am (Do you know what I'm talking about?)

Feels like Christmas in July,

With strange sides on coins.

Writing gospels on giving up.

So fitting of the way you are.

It’s going to be a very long day.

As we all fall off the bandwagon.
The usual irrelevancy is still present.

Not to worry about the press coverage, and that’s the only difference.

Such altruism.

Such nobility.

Cause even all the medication in the world can’t make the ADDs focus on that.

- We’ll never get through customs, let’s just take off again instead.-

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I’ve got headaches and bad luck

June 30, 2009 at 7:44 pm (Do you know what I'm talking about?, Sad secrets for unrequited lovers)

God hit reset,

And the latest trend is dead.

We all know what the water does to you in PJ.

Or maybe it’s just a compulsive thing.

The days from hell always shine the brightest.

Tragic lightning striking.

Are you happy now?

The numbing and the dulling,

With the pain of realization that it’s back.

Bad day is an understatement.

Hate me, loathe me, fear me,

No worries, I feel that way too.

idbegone

-I am God’s gift but why would he bless me with such wit without a conscience equipped?-

Detox just to retox, people.

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Peroxide princess shine like shark teeth

June 29, 2009 at 5:12 pm (Do you know what I'm talking about?)

Maybe you hate,

Maybe you love the way it feels,

The attention going to your head is facing the wrong way,

But the boys know how to heed it

And we come full-circle to embracing our roles of hero, idiot, villain.

The latter being lonely and un-medicated.

Weeks turn into days,

Days become one,

A dusk and a dawn,

It stretches and bends,

Bleeding together,

Especially the sleepless ones,

Or even the medicated ones.

It’s still Thursday.

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Head like a steel trap

June 25, 2009 at 7:09 pm (Do you know what I'm talking about?)

Confabulations to the malingerers but the purpose has God written all over it.

And your pseudologia fantastica is jacking and repeating, full of mediocrity.

Oh empty vessel, tame that tongue.

Save it for his hips with your lips.

In the land of desolate dreams.

This day needs a dulling,

Time to get numb.

Don’t bother, you’re too

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Protected: Keep a calender, this way you will always know

June 12, 2009 at 2:56 am (Do you know what I'm talking about?, Hooks for dirty crooks, Leaving for the season, Sad secrets for unrequited lovers)

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Just so you know, you’ll never know.

June 9, 2009 at 5:23 pm (Do you know what I'm talking about?)

You were the last good thing about this part of town. – GTA.

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Music for Strippers, Hookers and the Odd-On Looker

June 2, 2009 at 5:06 pm (Do you know what I'm talking about?, Music)

You feel a low flame memory
summer long ago
astride, you glide and cry
open faced,
open…that’s what it takes, dear. – KY.

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