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[16 Oct 2008|11:25pm] |
cobbled in horn and sinew distaste at my inelasticity my lack of sinew time poured over cracking earth sucked. exit. smolder. temper. strips from flesh with a mat cutter. dripping sound.
Slipped in between Dylan and Hepburn with a phony New England accent The kind of pricks that hang a Kandinsky in the living-room. Stacked televisions in the corner, bits of wood. 'My life as an object!' Flicker. Bleating out code - you're all bleating out code, fumbling through the braille in static. Fumbling. Ideas poorly rendered. No sense of space.
I was passionate. I am put upon. You were trading cards. I've a thick wad of bills. Emotional currency - the good kind. The shit that spends in your circles.
It translates: Schism to schism.
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[01 Nov 2006|10:33am] |
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| new song, in progress... |
[17 May 2006|02:40pm] |
hid your notes in shame as the searchlights filled your room cast shadows on the walls that you could sing to if your lips could only move
ground your hands around the crevices splintered and resentful searching for some board to slip aside slip out with your pride in tact and run until your legs give out and you can just collapse
and i remember we watched you fade from something pure to something bitter something cynical, jaded and regretful of all the time away but no one needs to know no one needs to know me
hid your face in shame as the searchlights flooded everything cast shadows on the wall that you would cling to if you could only move
and i remember we watched you fade from something pure to something bitter something cynical, jaded and regretful of all the time away but no one needs to know no one needs to know me now
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[11 May 2006|03:32pm] |
crystallized - sweeping bricks, panels pulled tight from vapor and surrounded
clumsy, i pulled at your faces like some chinese puzzle-box, my interest less in your contents than joy at unraveling the complexities of your shell. slipping, fumbling, tugging your ego to spite the id. i'm such a clever boy, i thought
quantized - a discrete set, binary on/off in desperate need of a dimmer still i'd flip the same switch demanding new results, a step outside the circuit and tangent to the process. stretched your compassion like plastic over my expressions - a wealth in preservation and warmth in the undertow.
signing declarations of war in hopes that we'd come together we moved as banners unfurled above the clamoring - icons in opposite camps clawing toward central point.
we are blind through rage and reason.
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| emteevee WOOOwoooOWOWOOOOOOOo! |
[01 Apr 2006|10:59am] |
i amk sio fukciung drunk!!!1!!! hokly shit1
wait. no. not really. it's 11 am and drunk posts are completely fucking moronic.
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| the perfect blend of Weezer and Rap |
[27 Mar 2006|11:52pm] |
www.myspace.com/fairweatherradio
i am drumming (poorly) the drummer is singing the backup vocals are intentionally offkey
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| undecided... |
[22 Nov 2005|01:34pm] |
shed integers [prepping the next social set]
truth, man:
shaped my persona like a bonsai
planting the roots in razor wire
let them spread in fractal and soon [bearing no resemblance] i'm auto-asphyxiate
we were in perihelion [close enough to understate]
and you dug my sound all through the underground;
truth:
casting independent waves of bullshit
about the gamut of my spectrum
fucked and prayed [interchangeable]
the pretense could wash over us as a steady rain
shipping chemicals to our gut[ter]s
and perpetuating fraud which had, no doubt, become self-defining.
instead, we found ourselves like snow angels in dry grass: a lot of effort to no end.
truth, man.
you begged me for prose [recompense]
noting the differential of our deference
[that is, to say nothing of our kinetic potential]
opted out and settled for equilibrium.
or rather, i offered anarchy iambic
truth.
in no time we were guarded
unwinding walls of cellophane and relying on glare
as subterfuge; out of sight and mind [an aggressive acquiescence]
secretly, we ached to scrawl mirrored apologies in vivid sharpie hues;
notes with extra ellipses
the truth is:
i'm just pheromone-guided to an over-sized X.
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[25 Oct 2005|01:30pm] |
i am running out of stories and the will to tell them
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[12 Oct 2005|12:43pm] |
it's empty here and i am not coping we're such a long way from san diego further from LA walking out barefoot and swirling in plastic romance sold in rows of silver-pipe frames wrapped in canvas and for three years we let the memory tarnish you should have seen this coming i should have seen this coming it's empty here and we're out of drugs and second chances but i have bottles in the trunk and pornography and eccentricities only you really understood
we have so many secrets
i guess we should have seen this coming.
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| new song |
[05 Aug 2005|10:19am] |
stood in your rearview drawing our names in the dirt the snow, it settled, and it covered all my words and i found myself firmly planted in the earth dumbstruck and helpless, as you threw your car in reverse
a dim december and i'm staring at the spaces where you were each empty doorway has me locked inside with her slender silhouette i dare not let my mind disturb thrown from the candlelight; so electric that it hurts
and every change i make to the surface i'm afraid is never bound to reach the shore
as the sky collapsed around me i drove this spike into the ground screamed at the silence, let your lightning strike me down you and i have nothing left to settle now we're too exhausted to be angry; we're too fucked up to be proud
for now i'll celebrate the wonders of a life i left to chance apologies we render void with further trespasses
every change i make to the surface i'm afraid is never bound to reach the shore
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[10 Jun 2005|09:46pm] |
the horizon was grey with city light spread across the sky leaving patches of cosmos in spin [waver to accommodate]
you came on like machine-gun fire aglow with city light shells clattering [wind-chime elegance]
so terrible the crescendo left in pools
that reflected patches of cosmos faded grey in the city light
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| goodnight, elisabeth... |
[04 May 2005|03:26am] |
put you on repeat spinning out long enough to grow cold and still, i had to take you in in quiet notes i would drink away tomorrow's disappointment
played with your chemicals spinning played with mine blending our sensations with cranberry in quiet notes choking down tomorrow's disappointment
i'm full [you know it] i'm pacified [oh, you you know it] and i let the last chords ring
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