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| We held hands on the last night on earth. Our mouths filled with dust, we kissed in the fields and under trees, screaming like dogs, bleeding dark into the leaves.It was empty on the edge of town but we knew everyone floated along the bottom of the river. So we walked through the waste where the road curved into the sea and the shattered seasons lay, and the bitter smell of burning was on you like a disease. In our cancer of passion you said, "Death is a midnight runner." The sky had come crashing down like the news of an intimate suicide. We picked up the shards and formed them into shapes of stars that wore like an antique wedding dress.The echoes of the past broke the hearts of the unborn as the ferris wheel silently slowed to a stop. The few insects skittered away in hopes of a better pastime. I kissed you at the apex of the maelstrom and asked if you would accompany in a quick fall, but you made me realize that my ticket wasn't good for two. I rode alone. You said, "The cinders are falling like snow." There is poetry in despair, and we sang with unrivaled beauty, bitter elegies of savagery and eloquence. Of blue and grey. Strange, we ran down desparate streets and carved our names in the flesh of the city. The sun has stagnated somewhere beyond the rim of the horizon and the darkness is a mystery of curves and lines. Still, we lay under the emptiness and drifted slowly outward, and somewhere in the wilderness we found salvation scratched into the earth like a message. | | |
| hey there, well.. the past weeks have been very very long...testing every day at school.. it sucks. and yea. other than that its all good. i streched out my caph muscle last night i think my leg is gonna kill me.. it hurts alot. um.. i am officailly the only person in school that can play the GEICO commercails ong on guitar. hah goodtimes.. | | |
| err im getting sick.. i think... at least its the weekend right?.. who wants to come take care of me.. i promise it will be fun . pleeeeease
i play for you. ill write you songs. ill fix the things that ive done wrong. ill get a broom and sweep away, in hopes your off your feet someday.
woo-hoo for on the spot improv. | | |
| and yes thats me playing guitar.. i rule.. | | |
| well people.. it appears that u want to see more postings.. ok.. heres one lol.
not much going on. brad phones got disconnected today.. the reality of him moving is finally here. it was sad.. oh well shit happens right?.. at least i have you guys here to confide in me. i can always count of you.. people i barely know to ansewer my prayers that somone would care.
got told im fuckable today..that was kinda odd.. oh well.. hopefully everyone was safe today..ya know.. four twenty.. lots of crazys out there.
i was..
yea well, im gonna get off pretty soon, gonna call ashley in a while | | |
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