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[album] Blood Brothers - Burn, Piano Island, Burn
[song] And You Will Know Us By The Trail Of Dead - It Was There That I Saw You
[movie] Finding Nemo
[book] How To Be Happy, Dammit - Karen Salmansohn
[tv show] Queer Eye For The Straight Guy
[nickname] emofag.
[good all the time]
Deftones, Glassjaw, From Autumn To Ashes, The Breakfast Club, The Lord of the
Rings, anything by Chuck Palahniuk, CSI, Viva la Bam, 'G'.
memory will rust and erode into lists
of all that you gave me
a blanket, some matches, this pain in my chest
the best parts of Lonely
duct tape and soldered wires
new words for old desires
and every birthday card i threw away
[the weakerthans - left and leaving]
and you read your Emily Dickinson
and i my Robert Frost
and we note our place with bookmarkers
that measure what we've lost
like a poem poorly written
we are verses out of rhythm
couplets out of rhyme
in syncopated time
[simon and garfunkel - the dangling conversation]
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I live in a hotel
must keep writing
if I'm to be better than everyone else
like figure skating
like asphyxiating
on your own seeping fumes
you're just waiting
living in a hotel
but I'm not traveling
between two points, in mid air,
I'm levitating
above the earth
beneath the sky
eyes like static
in my three feet
from bed to wall
there sleeps a genius
leave me here to my devices
the call could come at any time
they're playing love songs on the radio tonight
I can't relate to that right now
note so self : no one cares. your voice is average
in worried piles I typed for miles and you just stood there.
I will begin
I will put right
this morning terror
I have been kissed
between the ears
by human error
leave me here to my devices
I need a word to change my life
I've tied my ankles to the table legs with wire
he can't write so much as type
leave me here to my devices
I can't think with all this noise
they're playing love songs on your radio tonight
I don't get those songs on mine
you keep fucking up my life
i typed for miles, jets to brazil |
2 superstars glitter, baby.
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:: And here I thought it was guys who could scream.
| It's a still life watercolor
Of a now late afternoon
As the sun shines through the curtain lace
And shadows wash the room
And we sit and drink our coffee
Couched in our indifference
Like shells upon the shore
You can hear the ocean roar
In the dangling conversation
And the superficial sighs
The borders of our lives
And you read your Emily Dickinson
And I my Robert Frost
And we note our place with bookmarkers
That measure what we've lost
Like a poem poorly written
We are verses out of rhythm
Couplets out of rhyme
In syncopated time.
And the dangling conversation
And the superficial sighs
Are the borders of our lives
Yes we speak of things that matter
With words that must be said
Can analysis be worthwhile?
Is the theatre really dead?
And how the room has softly faded
And I only kiss your shadow
I cannot feel your hand
You're a stranger now unto me
Lost in the dangling conversation
And the superficial sighs
In the borders of our lives
simon and garfunkel, 'the dangling conversation' |
glitter, baby.
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:: Of the one who always backs down when you need her most.
| Combine the throb within my head
Within the rhythm of my fucking feet
Say a novena for all those lost
And read the bloodstains on the sheets
I've whored myself for less than this
And I've prayed to appear to fed
As I knelt on my pillow god
I clenched my fucking fists and banged my head
Oh, the clichèosity of this!
Friends Only.
I'm not as interesting as you think, really. |
glitter, baby.
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:: mood: who could ever take the place of me?
:: music: motel of the white locust - glassjaw
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