farewell
Apr. 14th, 2009 | 01:20 am
i'm leaving.
bye guys!
bye guys!
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also
Apr. 12th, 2009 | 05:02 pm
music: Akira Kosemura - seaside
this is terrifying:
we are all different. I swear it.
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...canon...
Apr. 12th, 2009 | 04:17 pm
music: Death Cab for Cutie - The Face That Launched 1000 Shits
~we are the same--
the two of us fall like stars.
what
does
this
mean?
you have my attention.
death cab was so lovely in concert. i am v. disappointed in the lack of "marching bands of manhattan," but they played several other songs that I love muchly.
i kind of really want a leather jacket.
and LOLWAT at awesome people being engaged to eachother:
ben gibbard + zooey deschanel glaskjdshasldk my mind esplodey
the two of us fall like stars.
what
does
this
mean?
you have my attention.
death cab was so lovely in concert. i am v. disappointed in the lack of "marching bands of manhattan," but they played several other songs that I love muchly.
i kind of really want a leather jacket.
and LOLWAT at awesome people being engaged to eachother:
ben gibbard + zooey deschanel glaskjdshasldk my mind esplodey
so basically, i think my favorite singer/songwriter just kind of pummeled my woman crush.
--
I have a good catch
and I think he likes me.
--
I have a good catch
and I think he likes me.
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walls
Apr. 3rd, 2009 | 06:03 pm
music: Matthew Robert Cooper - Miniatures 7
you can build walls all day long, but eventually they will crumble. and when that happens, everyone wants to take a piece.
and you figure the wall had a pretty good run. it wasn't like Berlin and you could never see it from beyond the atmosphere. besides, you never held a personal affinity for China.
even when you're dissembled, gravity assures that all of your paint chips, your supports and your bricks are going to fall down into a neat mess. it starts to get complicated when you let people take the pieces.
then you're being exchanged in shoddy ebay transactions, sold, sold like that slippery hooker on airways. your chips of bone and severed fingers are dealt as symbols of hope, in the hushed voices of drug dealers and enigmatic politicians.
you're too many yellowing puzzle pieces thrown into a holographic jigsaw box. there is nothing distinctive about you and their unpredictable images befuddle you into an acidic stupor.
and you figure the wall had a pretty good run. it wasn't like Berlin and you could never see it from beyond the atmosphere. besides, you never held a personal affinity for China.
even when you're dissembled, gravity assures that all of your paint chips, your supports and your bricks are going to fall down into a neat mess. it starts to get complicated when you let people take the pieces.
then you're being exchanged in shoddy ebay transactions, sold, sold like that slippery hooker on airways. your chips of bone and severed fingers are dealt as symbols of hope, in the hushed voices of drug dealers and enigmatic politicians.
you're too many yellowing puzzle pieces thrown into a holographic jigsaw box. there is nothing distinctive about you and their unpredictable images befuddle you into an acidic stupor.
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we never went bowling
Mar. 29th, 2009 | 10:05 pm
music: Shiicha Blah Blah - Star Guitar
oh god, I fell in love with you
as your contagious laughter
spread
tangentially into my ribcage.
we shook in so many ways--
who really wants to be taken seriously
in bed?
and I am a slave to
world maps, always jonesing
for an outbound ticket; yet,
your chameleon eyes take me
to so many places
I have never been
with no speed limits on the freeway,
meteor showers in your backyard--
endless vacations days.
you taught me another word
for kissing:
two points coming together
lines that never end fitting
together, the same curvature.
the first move only pretended
to be mine--
i told you i fall
so hard for words.
you never stopped sending
those songs and poems.
damn those two foolish years
i could have spent with you.
we visited
your demented grandmother
she constructed stories
of glaring gunshots and leaky rooves
but her questions were very real--
what are you going to do, so far away
from one another?
i could sleep forever
if only to stop wondering
if only to be in love with you,
forever,
as I am in love with you now
every time your touch
melts out of my skin
like permafrost.
I'll be your antarctica.
as your contagious laughter
spread
tangentially into my ribcage.
we shook in so many ways--
who really wants to be taken seriously
in bed?
and I am a slave to
world maps, always jonesing
for an outbound ticket; yet,
your chameleon eyes take me
to so many places
I have never been
with no speed limits on the freeway,
meteor showers in your backyard--
endless vacations days.
you taught me another word
for kissing:
two points coming together
lines that never end fitting
together, the same curvature.
the first move only pretended
to be mine--
i told you i fall
so hard for words.
you never stopped sending
those songs and poems.
damn those two foolish years
i could have spent with you.
we visited
your demented grandmother
she constructed stories
of glaring gunshots and leaky rooves
but her questions were very real--
what are you going to do, so far away
from one another?
i could sleep forever
if only to stop wondering
if only to be in love with you,
forever,
as I am in love with you now
every time your touch
melts out of my skin
like permafrost.
I'll be your antarctica.