Saturday, December 08, 2001
This is an old post off my old blog...that never disappeared off the internet. Darn. Well, I really liked it. So here it is for your enjoyment. Have fun!
so when's the carriage gonna turn into a pumpkin? it's kinda hard living life wondering when it's all gonna turn to shit again...i'm out enjoying it while it lasts...
How can one stand it...being so punk...and not giving a shit about pretty girls on the 7th floor. I hate him and his punk ways. He dyed his hair and it's all gone to hell. I must wonder through a wonderless world of hidden passions and fruits of passion that one cannot take a bite out of ever...because one's lips are too sealed to enjoy the kiss. Hiding behind emo coverlets not letting the world into your site. Taking the hand of one that is not right and letting them squeeze the blood and soul right out of your every move. Please come back and hold my hand and wrap those bike mechanic arms around me once more and smile and nod and say eh. I loved when you talked to me and told me about how you love animals and that you were becoming vegan...eggs are disgusting...i agreed, but i still eat them and then i think of you and think better of it. i remember the argyle sock dreams that invaded my every waking moment and flooded me with the heat of a thousand radiators that rattle inside my dorm room waking up the bitchy roommate and sheltering one into a hazy fog that is only convering what she knows that she cannot have and what she wants the most. does it ever make sense when you lay your trust with someone and they throw shit back into your face for nothing. i cannot decribe how it felt...how it felt to be sad...how it felt not to talk to you...not to for you to say hello and not hi...for you not to wear your hat...and know it was me when i imed you at night...late. i remember it clearly like yesterday when you emailed me and told me thank you and you won me over with that one note and clung forever to it. to record it like our first kiss...that never really existed. i wish you were still mine...but know it's fucked and i'm half dead.
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so when's the carriage gonna turn into a pumpkin? it's kinda hard living life wondering when it's all gonna turn to shit again...i'm out enjoying it while it lasts...
How can one stand it...being so punk...and not giving a shit about pretty girls on the 7th floor. I hate him and his punk ways. He dyed his hair and it's all gone to hell. I must wonder through a wonderless world of hidden passions and fruits of passion that one cannot take a bite out of ever...because one's lips are too sealed to enjoy the kiss. Hiding behind emo coverlets not letting the world into your site. Taking the hand of one that is not right and letting them squeeze the blood and soul right out of your every move. Please come back and hold my hand and wrap those bike mechanic arms around me once more and smile and nod and say eh. I loved when you talked to me and told me about how you love animals and that you were becoming vegan...eggs are disgusting...i agreed, but i still eat them and then i think of you and think better of it. i remember the argyle sock dreams that invaded my every waking moment and flooded me with the heat of a thousand radiators that rattle inside my dorm room waking up the bitchy roommate and sheltering one into a hazy fog that is only convering what she knows that she cannot have and what she wants the most. does it ever make sense when you lay your trust with someone and they throw shit back into your face for nothing. i cannot decribe how it felt...how it felt to be sad...how it felt not to talk to you...not to for you to say hello and not hi...for you not to wear your hat...and know it was me when i imed you at night...late. i remember it clearly like yesterday when you emailed me and told me thank you and you won me over with that one note and clung forever to it. to record it like our first kiss...that never really existed. i wish you were still mine...but know it's fucked and i'm half dead.
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