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Sunday, May 20, 2007


.[music|Grenade Jumper (acoustic) - Switchblades & Infidelity.]



Get that tape recorder ready.
Take a blank tape. Print a white label nicely.
Stick it on, make sure it stays for life.
Make sure the ink is water proof, it'll stain if something happens.
And then you'll forget the memory you kept in there.
You'll forget it ever existed.
You don't want that so use a permernant black marker.
Write on it in nice letters.
Because you want your memories to stay yours forever (andevereverever)
when they rip it off, it's going to hurt so much.
and you're pretty much never the same again.

one. i tell myself, i willicanimust. (but does it really happen does it does it)
two. a few days ago, my muse was with me and i could've wrote enough to fill twenty albums. now it's nothing. gone forever.
three. i just want to uncomplicate myself.
four. the plural of moose is moose. (although meese is accepted)
five. stick a fork in the toaster. do it, i dare you to.
six. or you can rip out the heater in your house and drag it into the shower with you. it'll be warmer that way.
seven. if you got any ANY of that. tell me, we can so fucking rule the world together.
eight. i just want more fucking time to read. stop taking my joys away from me. (ihatethisplacehateithateithateitsodamnmuch.)
nine. i hid myself behind my fringe 3/4 of the day. my world is better than yours.
ten. i picked my own poisons. and I don't bleed black.

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boomboomboomboom.
and tomorrow we'll do it again.
i also found a new hero.

♥xo

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