| You're no good for me, my formulated drug. An acquired taste awaits to sate this unrequited love. It tastes so grey, yet necessary to sustain frustration. Take just enough to get you fucked up, not so much that it drives you away.
A constant escape. The magnificent restraint that it takes to stay away. I've no control at all. I constantly dream. The memories invade the things I keep with me. I'm getting high on the roof of the world. You are the bent and blackened spoon. You are the butane. You are the bedroom. You are the improbable excuse for the horrible things that I do. You're no good for me, but I guess not bad enough. On quiet nights I come to find you crawling through my kickdrum. Hell bent on deliverance of all the priviledges of being with you. Heaven sent. I crane my neck to watch you desperately march down my chest, enjoying every step. Emphasized by distances we never intended. You come crawling back through my regrets to remind me what you said.
"We're no good at this." |
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| this was part of my life for about 4 years now, from 10th grade through my first (and kind of 2nd) year of college. i feel its time to call it quits as most people already have. i never write in it and i barely read it.
now it will only serve as a document of my life from age 16-20, and i am glad that i have all these years of entries to look back on when i want.
and no, im not one of those fake quitters! FUCKING POSERS!
bye xanga!!!!!! |
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| is that nice weather can be your excuse used for anything. today my creative writing class just left and bought ice cream on campus and said "fuck schoolwork for awhile".......just because it was nice out.
this would never happen in, say, california.
"hey its 97 degrees today, like it is every day, lets not do work!"
it took me 25 minutes to get from campus to home and i even had to take the long way around main ave. since the lindenwood bridge is flooded.
head is so clear right now its unbelievable. |
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| CALL US UP TO PLAY A SHOW SAY IT'S OVER 21 AND WE'LL SAY HELL NO BECAUSE IT'S ALL AGES! WOOOOOAAAAHHHHH! |
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| I NEED TO GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE |
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