Do Re Mi Fa So fucking done.
Date: May 29th, 2018 8:04:06 am - Subscribe
Mood: Devastated.
Music: Russ - Losing Control

My kaleidoscopic hellfire.
My kingly horror.
My kinetic hate.
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A sailing ship, and a change in the wind.
Date: Oct 24th, 2016 4:27:39 pm - Subscribe
Mood: Worn.
Music: Alina Baraz & Galimatias - Fantasy

I am the pirate, savagely looking for a port in this storm.

I am the crook, madly attempting my break.

I am the yardbird, plotting my ascent into the free skies.

I am the con-man, whiting out the pages that no one else should see.

I have to get the fuck out of here.
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Still faded.
Date: Apr 17th, 2016 12:44:00 pm - Subscribe
Mood: Sleepy.
Music: Mike Will Made It - Drinks On Us

It was that moment right before you left, as you were sitting up to tie your shoes, and you asked, "Are you okay?"

And I said, "No!" so quickly and desperately.

And as you stood up, you turned to me, worriedly. And as quickly as I said 'no', I spit out a truthful, unabashed, "But, yes."

And your smile was never so warm, never so familiar.

That's when I knew.
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Date: Aug 9th, 2015 10:45:18 pm - Subscribe
Mood: Regretful.
Music: Drake - I Get Lonely Too

Lately, I find myself beginning to rouse. Beginning to miss what was, and be ashamed of what has been.

I find myself inhaling the wrong folk.

I find myself swallowing the wrong environments.

I find myself snorting the wrong divine decree.

And I know that if I don't do something soon, I'll end up consigning what was to oblivion, with the rest of me.
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I tornado flew around my room.
Date: Feb 4th, 2015 12:45:53 am - Subscribe
Mood: Broken-hearted
Music: Biggie - Suicidal Thoughts

How dumb is it to knowingly make a mistake?
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All of me.
Date: Aug 18th, 2014 5:32:04 pm - Subscribe
Mood: Perfect.
Music: John Legend - All Of Me

What would I do without your smart mouth?
Drawing me in, and you kicking me out.
You've got my head spinning, no kidding, I can't pin you down.
What's going on in that beautiful mind?
I'm on your magical mystery ride.
And I'm so dizzy, don't know what hit me, but I'll be alright.

My head's under water, but I'm breathing fine.
You're crazy and I'm out of my mind.

'Cause all of me loves all of you.
Love your curves and all your edges.
All your perfect imperfections.
Give your all to me.
I'll give my all to you.
You're my end and my beginning.
Even when I lose I'm winning.
'Cause I give you all of me.
And you give me all of you.

How many times do I have to tell you, even when you're crying you're beautiful, too?
The world is beating you down, I'm around through every mood.
You're my downfall, you're my muse.
My worst distraction, my rhythm and blues.
I can't stop singing.
It's ringing in my head for you.

My head's under water, but I'm breathing fine.
You're crazy and I'm out of my mind.

'Cause all of me loves all of you.
Love your curves and all your edges.
All your perfect imperfections.
Give your all to me.
I'll give my all to you.
You're my end and my beginning.
Even when I lose I'm winning.
'Cause I give you all of me.
And you give me all of you.

Give me all of you.
Cards on the table, we're both showing hearts.
Risking it all, though it's hard.

'Cause all of me loves all of you.
Love your curves and all your edges.
All your perfect imperfections.
Give your all to me.
I'll give my all to you.
You're my end and my beginning.
Even when I lose I'm winning.
'Cause I give you all of me.
And you give me all of you.

I give you all of me.
And you give me all of you.
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I didn't forget.
Date: May 31st, 2014 8:55:02 pm - Subscribe
Mood: Shitty.
Music: Beyonce - Drunk In Love

I felt like an animal.

Like a jaguar, with that silky pelt.
Like a cobra, with that silent slither.
Like an owl, with that hungry grip.

I felt like all I knew was sight, smell, sound, touch, and taste.

And that was all I needed with you.
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Date: Feb 28th, 2014 3:39:01 pm - Subscribe
Mood: Jilted.
Music: A Place To Bury Strangers - Smile When You Smile

I came home and found my sanctuary destroyed today. Someone had marked all over the walls with markers or crayons or something. They had ripped the paintings off of them, too, and smashed them on the ground. It was difficult finding a place to step that wasn't littered with shards of glass. But, I eventually worked my way into the kitchen, and saw what wreckage lie in wait. There was spaghetti sauce splattered all over the cabinets, the fridge was wide open, eggs all over the tile. The dining room chairs were turned over, and the curtains were ripped down.

Why would someone do this?

I kept going. In the bedroom, nothing but shreds of what used to blanket our naked bodies next to each other. The bed frame was cracked, and the lamp shades were mangled. Our drawers looked disturbed, with everything I folded now hanging out and wrinkling. I made my way into the bathroom we shared, and found it flooded. The sinks were deliberately clogged with towels. There was wet toilet paper stuck to everything. How long is it going to take to clean this mess up?

Who would do this?

Then I found soapy footprints. I thought, 'I'm going to get to the bottom of this'. But as I retraced them, I noticed the size of the stamp being similar to my own. Hm. And as I turned the corner, I realized I had already turned this corner before. I was traveling a path I had taken formerly. I was traveling in circles.
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Cloudy, with a chance of nebulae.
Date: Feb 27th, 2014 10:03:35 pm - Subscribe
Mood: Disappointed.
Music: Tycho - The Disconnect

Well, here I am again. In the dirt. Where my groves once grew. Where my vines once verbified life. Where my tomatoes are now rotten, and my lettuce has wilted.

All of these greens that were and are so dear to me, I let brown.

I have much soil to sift through.
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Date: Jan 17th, 2014 11:55:34 am - Subscribe
Mood: Perfect.
Music: The Neighbourhood - Sweater Weather

Like a broken fever, I am tempered.

It is as if my wings have sprouted, my legs have unfolded, and my tail is untucked. I feel animalistic. I feel purity. I feel a baser sense of self.

Everything fits, like fingers in mittens. Like celery in the fridge. Like bunnies in a pile.

Everything is simple, sane, and easy.

I am lulled.
This is it.
I found it.
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Date: Sep 12th, 2013 12:26:13 am - Subscribe
Mood: Irate.
Music: Lorde - Royals

Like an infection.

You fester and you ache, and then you permeate outward. I clean the affected area, and all seems well for a while.

Until I see it beginning to swell again.
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I gets no sleep.
Date: Jun 16th, 2013 12:03:47 am - Subscribe
Mood: Carnal.
Music: The Bloody Beatroots - 31 Seconds To Die

But I like to pretend.
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In terms of being a functional human.
Date: May 14th, 2013 1:24:48 am - Subscribe
Mood: Sullen.
Music: David Bowie - Space Oddity

What would I say?

I might suggest that I were sorry, and that I had a far greater design for myself than anyone would really know, but that I just could not quite make it there in time.

I might illustrate how over the years, my silver lining simply began to tarnish, and I gave up trying to locate its luster.

I might detail how my fear began to abandon me, so that all I have left is compulsion with no consequence.

I might even characterize the sewage that confronts me upon my revival every single morning.

I only hope that it would satisfy as a sound notion.
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A cloud for you.
Date: Apr 30th, 2013 4:16:22 am - Subscribe
Mood: Indifferent.
Music: oOoOO - Try Try

There are so many shapes and colors here, on this table. I see pieces that resemble perhaps a portion of a mountain. Some others with possible tree branches. A few with liquid textures.

This one here has a joint of grey but the rest is a mild azure. Could potentially be the bluff. Not sure. It has three different interlocking sides, but I have yet to find another piece to fit any of them. Its convex edges are always either too miniature or too broad. I almost bent it trying to coerce it into place earlier.

Another that I can't seem to match. It has an intense cardinal-red hue to it, but none of the other segments do at all. Where does it go, then? It's as if it wasn't even meant for the finished product.

Let's get this over with already.
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Reaching that frequency.
Date: Feb 11th, 2013 12:32:47 am - Subscribe
Mood: Bitter.
Music: Common - The People

On my tip-toes, fingertips out, little breaths. Am I sure there isn't another one here on these lower branches? That apple sure is up there good. I don't know. Do I want it this bad? I feel like my arm might come out of its socket if I reach any longer. It is the only apple here, though. I only have pears at home, and I'm not particularly fond of pears. They aren't nearly as sweet or crisp. I could really go for an apple right about now..

It sure is up there good, though.
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Putting thoughts to words.
Date: Jan 20th, 2013 10:59:19 pm - Subscribe
Mood: Joyless.
Music: Daft Punk - The Brainwasher

Some nights, when it gets dark, and everyone goes to sleep, and there is nothing and no one left but this machine and I, I think things.

I think things, and then I try to think about why I think them. They aren't the best thoughts to be thinking, and it's not good for my general pattern and process of thought. The more thought I put to these thoughts, the more I will end up thinking them. I am unsure as to why these thoughts even exist, and so I try to think them away. I try to think about sunshine, or kittens, or fresh fruit, or love songs. But thinking those particular kinds of thoughts sometimes only make my thoughts dive even deeper, as I know those thoughts are fictitious. I'm not really thinking of flowers, I'm not really thinking of spring mornings with birds chirping. I'm thinking that I wish my thoughts were normally those, and I'm thinking that I wish I were normally a happy person.
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Date: Nov 11th, 2012 8:17:14 pm - Subscribe
Mood: Fierce.
Music: Sleigh Bells - You Lost Me

On my way home, I'm thinking about what to prepare for dinner.


Maybe a halibut. Sear it a little, drip some lemon, dress it with a bit of parsley. Sort of light in flavor, though. Maybe a steak over pasta. Some burgundy wine with a tender cut sounds nice.

Anyway, I park. I get my things, keys ready, and unlock the front door. I smell something.


The first clue I get is the obvious ginger, as I casually make my way through the foyer. I set my keys on the end table with the Lilium plant when the second one comes. Sesame. My senses are aroused. I can tell now that it is wild Salmon. Strong and sweet. My favorite.

And what a surprise. Here you are, cooking it in my kitchen. With my forks, and my pans. I offer my hands, you accept, and here we are. Making dinner together. How quaint.

I begin selecting stalks of asparagus and adding them to the buttered skillet. You continue to work on the main course, as I the side. I add herbs to yours, you season mine. This is charming.


But now dinner is over. Half-eaten, now indistinct traces of flesh on the plates, wine glasses with hints of red left over in the bowls. You're gone. And now I'm stuck with cleaning all of this. How divine.


That's fine, though. Company is on the way, and I never invited you in the first place. So don't come back, bitch.
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Date: Nov 5th, 2012 8:59:56 pm - Subscribe
Mood: Sullen.
Music: Mumford & Sons - Timshel

Slithering, slinking, stalking snake.
I see your shifts.
I see your flicks.

Keep away from my nest,
Or you will find yourself but an inchworm.

I will admit, you closely resemble the branches on which I rest.
But refrain from allowing that thought to even tiptoe past your mind.

You may fool the rabbit,
But a cotton tail I do not have.
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Date: Sep 9th, 2012 10:28:24 pm - Subscribe
Mood: Defective.
Music: Casino Versus Japan - It's Very Sunny

My celestial interloper.


You stunning piece of ice, you. There are poems written of your late-night brilliance. Like a diamond with an exhaust of fireflies trailing in the ambient ocean that is the universe. For miles and miles, people stand to certify your enigma. Heads back, eyes up. But they cannot feel what I feel.

I feel your ruptures, and your spines. Your frost is inundating, and I wish it to be no more. How savagely you pierce through my Thermosphere, and how grievously you wound my Mesosphere. Next up, Strata and Tropo. Stop here. I do not have much else left for you to destroy. Already you have dominated my fields, and driven a hole into my realm.

Please, no more.
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Mushroom blue.
Date: Aug 19th, 2012 8:42:50 pm - Subscribe
Mood: Overpowered.
Music: Audioslave - Shadow On The Sun

And I can't hear shit.
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Pretty baby.
Date: May 24th, 2012 4:09:10 am - Subscribe
Mood: Perplexed.
Music: Muse - Can't Take My Eyes Off You

Skipping stones in the lake creates ripples, and those ripples travel to the very edges until they collide with the dirt. It keeps pushing the dirt further and further back, and as much as you may fill it back in, tomorrow it's gone again.
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Maybe I'm a different breed.
Date: May 3rd, 2012 5:20:10 am - Subscribe
Mood: Racked.
Music: Gotye - Somebody That I Used To Know

I wonder if Impalas pity themselves. For instance, when one of their offspring falls prey to a desperate lioness. I wonder if they can process what it means to be prey.

Also, I wonder if a predator ever pities itself.
Or is that the line that separates the two?
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I set fire to our bed.
Date: Apr 10th, 2012 5:36:29 pm - Subscribe
Mood: Frustrated.
Music: Florence + the Machine - Kiss With A Fist

I was wearing my favorite white shirt today, and I spilled soup all over it. Little white was left; instead it was splotched with big brown stains. So I went to the store and bought brown cloth dye, mixed it in a bowl, and dipped the shirt. My favorite white shirt is now a brown shirt. At least I can wear it now.
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Carolina wind.
Date: Mar 24th, 2012 12:19:28 pm - Subscribe
Mood: Bleak.
Music: Lana Del Rey - Video Games

I'm standing in the street, and I'm throwing out shit that I don't want. I don't want your pains, and I don't want your burdens.

Get out.

I'm standing in the street, and I'm throwing out emotions that I don't want. I don't want this fatigue, and I don't want this desperation.

Get out.

I'm standing in the street, and I'm throwing out memories that I don't want. I don't want your betrayal, and I don't want your guilt.

Get out.

I'm standing in the street now, and I've thrown out your shit now. Can I sleep now?
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I'm giving it up, Newo.
Date: Mar 19th, 2012 8:48:23 pm - Subscribe
Mood: Manic.
Music: Coheed and Cambria - Crossing The Frame

If I had perfect hair, or if I had a perfect body, or if I cleaned the table perfectly, or if I made a perfect dinner, with a perfectly grilled steak, or if I had a perfect salary, or a perfect family, or a perfect internet connection, or a perfect score on every test, or if I drove the perfect car, or if I were the perfect friend, or the perfect catch, or if I could sleep perfectly and wake up as perfect as I was the night before, what would things be like?
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It's easy to let go.
Date: Mar 7th, 2012 10:05:47 pm - Subscribe
Mood: Craving.
Music: Salem - Redlights

Beep beep beep.
Space ships are here.

They are taking me up, and inside. Weird noises, and psychedelic colors. Now I am on a table. It feels cold, but oddly, I don't feel panicked. They are ravaging my mind. My every thought is in danger. I am beginning to lose my hold, I fear. What did I do earlier? I can't quite recall. They do not seem to notice though. Maybe I can ask them. Maybe they know. My motor skills are distant now, as well. I am trying to lift my hand, but now it only seems trivial. Why do I lift my hand? My concern is fleeting. I don't even feel my pulse anymore.
It makes me sleepy.

I just want sleep.

Space ships are here.
Beep beep beep.
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Happy birthday.
Date: Feb 28th, 2012 2:15:41 am - Subscribe
Mood: Regretful.
Music: Bon Iver - Holocene

This is so special to me.
And I love you for letting me have it.
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Everything that shines ain't always gonna be gold.
Date: Feb 26th, 2012 1:51:51 am - Subscribe
Mood: Disconsolate.
Music: Kid Cudi - Pursuit of Happiness

So my bricks fell, and my windows busted inward. I took a can of diesel fuel and I sprinkled it all around the inside. And then I flicked that match, and I dropped it.

I can't decide which is worse; dying by flame, or while begging for warmth.

I'll be fine once I get it.
I'll be good.
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Let's make it pretty, Andromeda.
Date: Feb 25th, 2012 3:26:17 am - Subscribe
Mood: And beyond.
Music: Tycho - Disconnect

There is something utterly romantic in the way that galaxies collide. Something about the semblance, something about the reciprocal action. The way they bend together, the way they entwine. It's something about how lucid the chaos appears, but how labyrinthine it truly is up close.

There is something so idyllic in the epoch of the metamorphosis. Something about the near-misses, and the proximity. The way gravity extracts one body, and insists on its synergy with another. It's something about how this maelstrom has the ability to lay the egg that is a star.
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Right by you.
Date: Feb 23rd, 2012 12:07:52 am - Subscribe
Mood: Sheepish.
Music: Robyn - Hang With Me

This is mine, and I am going to construct it efficiently. I will not just glue the sides together; I plan to nail them. I plan for them to never part. That it the most important step, of course. Without those walls, how can I even begin to place the window panes?
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Let me show you where it hurts.
Date: Feb 16th, 2012 9:43:20 pm - Subscribe
Mood: As rageful as a hurricane in August.
Music: Mushroomhead - Save Us

I'm watching this home-video of you from when I was a kid, and I'm looking at your face. Your face is tired and worn. You can't even hear me. I'm sitting right next to you, and you can't hear me. Your mind is gone, and you don't care. Because inside there, everything's great. You didn't have to deal with all of my stories, or help me with math homework, or play Barbies with me. Someone else did all of that for you, because you were too busy in there. You were too busy passing out on the toilet. You were too busy telling me to go away. You were too busy watching your favorites shows.

I used to wonder what was so fucking good in there. Was it all rainbows and unicorns? Were there brilliant stars in the sky, or mountainous waterfalls in some tropical rain forest? Did everyone have chocolates and ice cream cones? What was going on in there that was so much better than what was out here?

And then I found out, you fucking roach. I found out what it was all for. I found out what you thought was so good, and so worth it. I found out what you gave me up for. I found out what was in there.

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Trapped in hyperspace.
Date: Jan 18th, 2012 10:59:26 pm - Subscribe
Mood: Remote.
Music: Deadsy - Mansion World

Every night, as my muscles repose, and my breaths relax, and my perception clouds, I begin to lose my grasp. And in that moment, I envision the most monumental of things.

But in the morning, nothing.
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Brisk breeze, and snowy trees.
Date: Jan 7th, 2012 4:06:56 am - Subscribe
Mood: Torn.
Music: Florence + the Machine - Shake It Out

What am I thinking?
What am I thinking?
What am I thinking?

I'm thinking that I just found a snowman that sings and dances up here. He's big and tall, and he decorates pines. He glistens and shines, with his big carrot nose. His buttons are soft, and his snow is packed tight. Garland is even strung at his sides.

I hope that it is just as enjoyable on your end of the axis.
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Date: Jan 1st, 2012 10:43:06 pm - Subscribe
Mood: Disconnected.
Music: A Place To Bury Strangers - Smile When You Smile

Like an enduring, somber reverie, every day plays out the same.

I wake up, I eat, and I sit. When it gets late enough, I take a pill, and wait to fall asleep again. And once more, I am awake to continue this endless habit.

I feel as though everything around me is moving, and I am still. Everyone is loud, and I am silent.

Why do I thirst?
Why do I hunger?
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Biological rejection.
Date: Dec 26th, 2011 1:04:55 pm - Subscribe
Mood: Completely guilty.
Music: John Mayer - Gravity

I wanted to watch something grow. I wanted to give life to something beautiful. I wanted to take care of something I loved.

So I bought a shrub.

It was miniature, and rather quaint. I watered it on the days that I found it to be dry, and I combed its leaves for foreigners. But as the days passed, my shrub did no longer satisfy.

So I bought a cactus.

Now, this cactus was different. It had a lovely pink flower in the center of it, and required little from me. Setting it in my window, I was happy for a time. But again, I grew tired of this organism.

And then I found a cherry blossom.

It was exquisite. It was everything I had ever missed, everything that my heart yearned for. It had beauty, and grace, and simplicity. I could sit on my porch all morning long, gazing up at it. Every day I was happy, and never did I tire.

But one day, as I was embracing my delight, I found something odd. Something leafy, and grotesque. I let it be, and as the days passed, it tortured and destroyed the one thing that I had ever found myself truly enamored with.

And now I sit in the soil where my treasure once stood, with all of its might and elegance that no longer is.
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Close to love.
Date: Dec 22nd, 2011 11:53:30 pm - Subscribe
Mood: Introspective.
Music: Electric Youth - Fade Away

I miss when we were too young to be different from one another.
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Date: Dec 16th, 2011 12:23:06 pm - Subscribe
Mood: Ashamed.
Music: The Cure - Just Like Heaven

If I could characterize the perturbation in my heart, I might be able to experience relief and satisfaction.

Alas, my strings are snapped.
My vena cava is pinched.
And my atriums are obstructed.

But how do I say that effectively? How can I convince you of how rueful I am? How can I assure you that it wont happen again?

How can I relieve doubt that you are the most chimerical thing in my life, and that if I were to come to lose you, I would lose myself as well?

I really am so sorry.
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Date: Dec 12th, 2011 12:44:59 pm - Subscribe
Mood: Reflective.
Music: Robyn - Call Your Girlfriend

So, it's sort of like summer. The earth, glowing in the deluge of the sun. Bathing suits are walking past, accompanied by sunglasses and the like. You can even make out the globules of sweat forming on heads. The wearers run wildly for the sweet felicity that is the ocean, on such a sweltering day. The air itself is baking in this fever.

Except, all you can feel are the snowflakes falling on your pink nose. And upon every exhalation, you are able to witness a small cloud of heat escaping from your lips, and dissipating into the surrounding atmosphere. You pine for the warmth that the rest of the world seems to have found so effortlessly.
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And all the pain.
Date: Dec 7th, 2011 2:32:15 am - Subscribe
Mood: Doubtful.
Music: Tiƫsto - I Am Strong

We must be surveying two separate portraits, because the one I am looking at is not a pretty picture.
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See me.
Date: Nov 10th, 2011 1:41:04 am - Subscribe
Mood: Brought to naught.
Music: Solar Fields - Introduction

I strove so very hard to be this perfectly docile, subordinate, and nurturing creature. Yes sirs, no sirs, thank you sirs.

But, alas, my knees are weak now, and my heart is heavy with sufferance. I find myself no longer able to support the weight. It is as if I am dragging a ship behind me, through the sands of Arabia.

A ship full of elephants.

With other elephants stacked atop the original elephants.

And they are all jumping up and down incessantly.

And the only thought that my mind allows me to entertain is how things were, prior to my Pachyderm vessel. I reminisce on the tenderness shared, and the moments that will never be forgotten. I recall how every waking moment was beautiful, and how I could not tire from it. I revive the eagerness and the passions that my heart once swam amongst so fluidly.

I want to soar with my vehemence once more. I want to taste the ardor in the air. I want my wings to burst through pockets of spirit, and I want to caw over the tiny ant-world below, until every inhabitant is fully aware of my affection.

My pleas have the clarity of a fresh diamond, and yet I am still greeted with a palm of coal. Perhaps a polishing is in order.
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Do not disturb.
Date: Nov 6th, 2011 10:30:55 pm - Subscribe
Mood: Disatisfied.
Music: Chalices of The Past - Superior Gem

Every evening, I fall in love.

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Empty your veins over me.
Date: Nov 4th, 2011 11:34:13 am - Subscribe
Mood: Aloof.
Music: Gobble Gobble - Eat Sun, Son

On one side of the street, my joints are beginning to rust, and my gears are corroded. My software is outdated, and my clocks are off. My calculations are no longer sound. My tickers and buzzers have not been functional for what feels like a decade. With each step, I find that my extremities are breaking down. The metal grinds against itself and flakes off, bit by bit. The weight of these tool kits attached to my sides is a battle I can no longer fight. To rotate my wrists, or my neck, or my hips requires such an effort now, to avoid colliding with one another. I do not have any grease left.

Across the street, you. Your parts are nonexistent. Your rings and bells have fallen off. You are missing switches and levers. I do not think that you can even move, the way your lower half is contorted. You are shorting out. From here, I can see that your wires are exposed. And you are covered in oil.

And yet still, we both remain as we are.
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Steal your heart, and eat your brains.
Date: Oct 17th, 2011 1:36:56 am - Subscribe
Mood: Refreshed.
Music: Daft Punk - The Brainwasher

Until the universe explodes,
And the super nova burns us to crisps,
And the blast engulfs all celestial bodies,
And the black holes swallow the world,
And light can no longer escape,
And all momentum comes to a halt,
And all particles evaporate,
And all matter is destroyed,
And all life as we know it is over,

I will always love you.
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Into dust we go.
Date: Oct 14th, 2011 5:26:09 pm - Subscribe
Mood: Rotton.
Music: Tycho - A Walk

This grip on my chest, it won't let go.
And this hold on my lungs, it won't release.
This fog in my head, it won't clear.
And this panic in my heart, it won't subside.
This clot in my blood, it won't soften.
And this pressure in my pulse, it won't lighten.
This fear in my conscience, it won't leave.
And this frailty, it won't toughen.

It's really very cold, and my head is swimming ferociously, and I'm petrified, and I'm begging, and I'm crying, and it won't stop, and no one will make it stop, and I can't catch my breath, and I can't make it go away, and I can feel my heart pounding relentlessly, and I can hear my lungs gasping, and I need help, and I just can't do this.
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Shore of the cosmic ocean.
Date: Oct 14th, 2011 11:09:24 am - Subscribe
Mood: Defeated.
Music: Paperfilm - Geophagy

If I were to remain still enough, I could detect my pulse. I could feel the blood in my veins, and I could sense the oxygen inside each platelet. I could take in the hadrons and the muons moving through my being. I could consider my membranes of plasma pumping. I could credit my organelles for function. I could observe the the spin of fermions, and the charge of quarks. I could witness my lipids and my acids breaking down. I could perceive my metabolic waste shifting. I could appreciate the atmosphere's grasp on my body. I could respect my genetic material. I could harness growth, and I could suspect change.

But when do I slow?
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Tip your hat to me.
Date: Oct 9th, 2011 6:23:38 pm - Subscribe
Mood: Circumvent.
Music: Foster the People - Helena Beat

I just want to feel special.
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Leaf in a vacuum.
Date: Oct 4th, 2011 7:19:30 pm - Subscribe
Mood: Frustrated.
Music: Dubba Jonny - Blue

If I had a knife, I might stab your core.
If I had a gun, I might aim at your temple.
If I had a bat, I might swing at your back.
If I had a bow, I might release at your ankles.
If I had a spear, I might launch at your legs.

If I had tachyon lasers, I would blast you into the next fucking dimension.
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I feel right.
Date: Sep 12th, 2011 11:40:51 pm - Subscribe
Mood: One of a new light.
Music: Stardust - Music Sounds Better With You

Trust me, please?
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Date: Sep 5th, 2011 11:12:38 pm - Subscribe
Mood: Deathly.
Music: City And Colour - O' Sister

Sometimes, I would like to get lost.

Maybe, in the woods. Among the trees and the spider webs. Beside the creatures and the streams. Amid the splinters and the poisons. I would like to not find my way. I would like to remain absent. And then, perhaps, Mother Nature would find it in her heart to wash the blood from my wounds with her tender showers, like in the Disney movies. And then I might gather myself beneath a leafy shelter as the thunderheads climax above me, and sleep.

Sometimes, I would like to not wake.
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Kept in our eyes.
Date: Aug 27th, 2011 9:03:22 am - Subscribe
Mood: Blue as the ocean.
Music: M83 - We Own The Sky

I have dreams.


And I guess, some days, I just forget.
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