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Sunday, October 5th, 2003
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Friday, October 3rd, 2003
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I went to Verizon to get my phone fixed today and they had to give me a new phone so I lost all my old pictures. Good news though, is that I can now send pictures to my email so I can post them. This is going to be fun. They will go in this journal maybe like once a week or something, we'll see how it goes. Here are my first couple pictures:
we made an artistic wine/butter/fruit/pewter bird set up
yea, that's me
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Tuesday, September 23rd, 2003
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It's just not the same
and I think you know what I mean
when time passes by and you watch it
s l o w l y eat you alive
These days turn to years
years into months
and months and months and months...
When hours pass like minutes
and minutes pass like days
it's just not the same
and I think you know what I mean
When words turn to silence
the distance doesn't seem so bad
and by distance I mean...
these empty letters shaped to sentences
that really don't mean a thing at all
...especially to me
And I think you know what I mean
when I don't say much of anything at all
I mean, I thought you knew what I meant
when I didn't say anything at all
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She's spinning round in fields of green
eyes glued to blue, blue skies
with flowers in her hair
Blowing thin, white cotton off of
Once vibrant yellow dandelions
feet bare on cool, damp grass
and sometimes the mud
would squish between her toes
and back then, she loved the way that felt.
[Life's not quite the same
With no time to stop and smell
The sun's rays and bask in the heat
Of an August drought
Or dance in the rain when
It finally comes, cause you've been
Waiting for it all month long]
She's older now, she's more profound
She knows what it's like to look down
instead of up
and sometimes now with her eyes shut tight
she still sees that big bright sky,
and feels that cold, damp dirt
but she hates the way that feels
because as the blood squished through
the four chambers of her heart
as it broke
she thought of the mud beneath her feet
and this time instead of feeling free
she sank into the Earth.
And the blood from her broken heart
poured through her veins
and filled her with a strange, familiar emptiness
and the dirt replaced her bones
and now she loves the way that feels.
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Wednesday, July 9th, 2003
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These are the only two firework images that were left on the digital camera after my dad got hold of it. Apparently he deleted several of my shots, which is kind of disappointing, but these two were my favorites anyway:
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everyone wants a second chance
and sometimes you want it so much
that you break the walls that bind you
everyone's spun out a time or two
i've been down before
on the ground with skinned knees and bloody hands
and there are no bandaids to cover my wounds
only tough skin and cold hearts
hearts so cold you can't even feel
so cold they're hot to the touch
but they haven't been touched in quite some time
and maybe that's part of the problem
maybe you're part of the problem
the problem is that it can't be defined, can't be resolved
and the earth revolves around the sun
like my cold cold frozen heart revolves around, around...
everyone's spun out a time or two
i've been down before and i'll be there again
everyone wants a second chance
and sometimes you want it so much
that you break
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your coffin or mine?
we spend our nights chasing trains
and our evenings riding in the country
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here are some old pictures that i finally picked up from meijer last night:
a night spent sneaking into the park for some late-night sledding:
b. hull dressed in the thug coat looking all sexy:
beautiful picture of cassidi:
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i know it's dark here, you know that i'm scared too
for some reason right now, of everything but you
right now you're all that i recognize
you know i came here when i needed your soft voice
i needed to hear something that sounded like an answer
now i wait here and sometimes i get one
it's nothing i'll forget when the moon gets tired
you are stuck to me everyday
believe in what i am because it's all i have today
and tomorrow who knows where we'll be
from here i can hardly see a thing
but i will follow anyone who brings me to you
for now, forever, for on and on and on
you know it starts here, outside waiting in the cold
kiss me once in the snow i swear it never gets old
but i will promise you i can make it warmer next year
you know i came here when i needed your soft voice
i needed to hear something that sounded like an answer
now i stay here, and everyday i get one
it's nothing i'll forget when the moon gets tired
you are stuck to me everyday
believe in what i am because it's all i have today
and tomorrow who knows where we'll be
from here i can hardly see a thing
but i will follow anyone who brings me to you
for now, forever, for on and on and on
so go plug in your electric blanket
we can stay in 'til our southern summer wedding day
go plug in your electric blanket, we can stay here
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i don't understand why i keep having this same dream, especially now. it makes me sick. please please please never enter my mind again. your name reminds me of open wounds and tears. i wish i could make you disappear because it seems so easy for you to do the same to me. when i think of you i think of pain, and i don't want to do that anymore.
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Wednesday, April 30th, 2003
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me and my cousin mike:
my scanner works again so as soon as i get my photo album back from sara i'll have some good pictures to scan and post. yay!
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Tuesday, April 22nd, 2003
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i wonder if you know that you live a secret life inside my dreams...
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Tuesday, April 15th, 2003
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I'm standing on this corner. Can't get their attention.
Facing rush hour faces turned around.
I clutch my stack of paper, press one to a chest,
then watch it swoop and stutter to the ground.
I'm weary with right-angles, abbreviated daylight,
and waiting for a winter to be done.
Why do I still see you in every mirrored window,
in all that I could never overcome?
How I don't know what I should do
with my hands when I talk to you.
How you don’t know where you should look,
so you look at my hands.
How movements rise and then dissolve,
melted by our shallow breath.
How causes dance away from me.
I am your pamphleteer.
I walk this room in time to the beat of the Gestetner,
contemplate my next communique.
The rhetoric and treason of saying that I'll miss you.
Of saying "Hey, well maybe you should stay."
Sing "Oh what force on earth could be weaker than the feeble strength of one "
like me remembering the way it could have been.
Help me with this barricade. No surrender. No defeat.
A spectre's haunting Albert Street. I am your pamphleteer.
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yummmm! jessi cheek:
i think i look stoned, but at least jess looks cute:
jessi, keeley, me; probably my favorite picture ever:
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these dreams make it harder for me to accept the fact that i'll probably never touch you again
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Wednesday, April 2nd, 2003
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dream: we were on the moon, and it was a rare night when Earth was visible.. and alison (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif?v=88.8) sparklystuff) and i were looking at it, and it was the coolest looking thing i've ever seen (awake or dreaming, really) and alison was like "we have to get ryan (ryandreamer) up so he can see this" so we went to this weird building where he was sleeping and woke him up to come see the Earth.. but by the time we got out, Earth had 'risen' and was just a white ball high up in the sky and it wasn't cool looking anymore.. the end.
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| Mood: | monotone. |
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when i'm feeling like this
the best thing for me
to do
is
drive
drive and keep driving
with the music up loud
and no company
(the most important rule)
when i feel that i've failed
at something
i never ever thought
i would fail.....
and don't know how to
make it
right
i need to just
drive
drive to places i've never been
but i know them all by heart
every pothole
every house
every cloud
they're all the same
all the time
and when i'm driving
alone
deaf from pumping bass
and treble
everything looks foreign
and the world takes on
something new
something better
and my mind
is clear
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