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| 12:31pm 28/12/2008 |
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mood: Out of the dance. music: The Faint - Posed to Death
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Yep. Not yet invincible.
And I fell, and I cried, and I was held, and she sang
like a paean.
And I'm so angry that this has happened again.
Moments away from breaking into my brother's house..
What? He asked me to.
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| Post The Turmoil |
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| 02:19pm 01/12/2008 |
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mood: Ash and pomegranate music: Kristin Hersh - Some Catch Flies
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Sleep being a cure that ails me,
I long for the ale that cures me.
But since I quail to stir me
from this chair where stews me,
I fail to procure me
any.
I don't dream 'cuz I don't sleep,
But the moon is hanging like your hat
The sun comes up- well I don't see
The curtains tied up like a bat
I have to know.
Moments away from fiercely refusing to imagine a thousand
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| Post The Partially Unwound |
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| 05:30am 22/11/2008 |
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mood: "Pestrified" by these jokers music: Caramell - Caramelldansen
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*twitch* People. *twitch* Too much People.
Bus, sleepy People.
Car, secret sausage People.
Cedar Rapids, interesting oatmeal-scented People.
NIN, awesome RAWR People.
Crowd, drunken asshole People.
Car, not-so-secret butt-hurt People.
Peoria, reflective lechdrunk People.
Lobby, high-pitched whiny People.
Bus, *twitch* ... People.
Done. Very, very done.
SHE WANTED TO BEAR ANOTHER CHILD SO SHE COULD COMPLETE A TATTOO
...Not done.
*twitch*
Moments away from medication. "Soon, soon/ Try to get some rest, Magda!"
EDIT:
Yes, I am finding the most sugary bouncemusic I can just to deal with this.
Pathetic it be, but I would love (with words, not actions) suggestions for a "No, Fuggit" playlist. |
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| Post The Dim-Lit |
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| 07:50am 11/11/2008 |
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mood: has encountered a serious error. Please music: Wax Tailor - Que Sera
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Chased off the landscape of a stove by the giant clanging cloud of Ego
pots and pans seeking to reeducate in tiny chapels to the Iron Chef
having dipped at long last into the securityfetish cold hazard barrel for
diseased lung tissue to fry up , wearing a robot suit and this silk glove
stolen from my aunt's hope chest, once tied tightly around a woman's
throat to preserve the legacy of Henry Ford.
This isn't the most upsetting dream I've had in the past week.
The screwy ones have nothing on the nice ones.
I'm not grateful for vodka, but it's so much better to have it in me right now.
I'm going to get far too drunk to be afraid to go back to sleep.
Fingers! Bring Cake to my ears. I have MIGHTY NEED.
|||Add to Mixemachen a "FFFFFFFFFFFFFF" folder Kigurumi Darkness Margot
Opeth Eluvium Wolf Feist Titus|||
Moments away from a hiccup. Que sera, sera... |
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| Post The Rotation |
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| 06:03pm 17/10/2008 |
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mood: Glass harmonica music: Sveta - Obrati vnimanie
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Then again, what never-or-rarely gets said is that without such gems,
there would not be a day. This time you spent, watching things grow brighter, then darker.
That's what there is.
Moments away from holding it close. |
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| Post The Apropos of Last Night's Prototheory |
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| 08:01am 16/10/2008 |
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mood: "...but you kept RAMMIN' it in, RAMMIN' it in, RAMMIN' it in!" music: Girl Next Door - I Fall Down
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...Then why is the fan-art so bad?
This, and other imponderables, to be denied
like the swift, sure impact of a nailed boot
on the home of a young hermit crab.
Fly, you unthinking opportunist.
Fly, and learn nothing.
Moments away from sitting under the sink. |
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| Post The Poor Excuse |
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| 08:17am 09/10/2008 |
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mood: Your Guess Is Good music: Soundgarden - Head Down
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We see that smile
We see that smile
We see that smile on your face
Be kind
Beware
We see that smile on your face
We see you laugh
We see you dance
We take that away every day
We see you cry
We turn your head
Then we slap your face
Bow down
Bow down
Bow down to your life
Head down
Head down
Head down, hide that smile
Head high
Head high
Head high, you've got to smile
Head high
Head high
Head high, you've got to smile
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Moments away from shattering the thing into the pieces it used to be. |
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| Post The There |
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| 02:44am 04/10/2008 |
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mood: I just woke up, blared, fell asleep again, and orgasmed to despair. How about you? music: Sheryl Crow - There Goes The Neighborhood
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To Power
I just felt it again. That convulsive tightening
that began in my hips and caused me to moan and twist
even as I woke. I just felt better inside my entire skin
because I knew you were no longer in my life,
and I was so glad for it I panicked and fled to
the bathroom to douse myself. I thought I was having a fit,
I was so ecstatic at ruining everything. I may still.
So this is why those punches don't get pulled,
why the one becomes the other on some sliding scale
We've never had the pleasure of telling to fuck off.
It's the honor and pleasure of turning my back on you. |
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| Post the WIP, #whatever |
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| 06:41pm 02/10/2008 |
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mood: And one and one and one and one and one and one and one and one and one and one and one and one and music: Jesper Kyd, Hungarian Radio Choir - March of the Empire
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There is no roar of engines here
Where those old enough to know have gathered
Nor raucous calls under punishing sun
But I have at last found the real festival
Long unsolemn rows of sun-browned faces
Smiling innumerable greetings to friend
And stranger alike, though few are strange
Humbled, I sit and eat and smile
Listening to those old enough to know
Not to be humble when you could be having fun
Listening to the kindly and time-worn
Jokes about this crop or that errant cow
And the incomprehensible game of chess
Being gallantly lost by both players in the corner
I sit and eat and smile and listen and wait
for knowledge
Moments away from finding somthing to reduce to components. |
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| Post The Fifth Appropriate |
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| 01:53pm 29/09/2008 |
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mood: Paralyzed music: Kristin Hersh + Micheal Stipe - Your Ghost
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"(I think last night) I think last night ((you were driving circles around me))
I can't drink this coffee till I put you in my closet.
Let him shoot me down
Let him call me off
I take it from his whisper
You're not that tough
It's the blaze across my nightgown
It's the phone's ring
(You were in my dream) I think last night ((you were driving circles around me))"
Moments away from sucking it up for a sixth. |
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| Post The Instead |
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| 12:23am 29/09/2008 |
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mood: "It's murder. Murder of the cruelest and least-pardonable intent." music: ohGr - Minus
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It'll happen. I'm holding it close, a little less than
desperately.
In the mean time...instead.
What is it that will carry you from one to another,
those thin spikes (maybe they're broader) awash?
Is it hope? Ego? Routine?
What keeps you flying by all that space where
a gesture is just a movement, noise is just noise
Where it's not just fun to make from one generation
of degree some entirely different expression
but necessary?
At what point do you not go deaf to words because
they are screaming and you cannot fix it
This is not rhetoric.
I'm so happy right now that it's impossible to
express it. Instead...Control.
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| Post The Confusion |
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| 03:00am 05/09/2008 |
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mood: Keyboard-smashy music: Garbage - My Lover's Box
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No, really, what the fuck?
This is not allowed. Is this allowed?
Every time I post, I'll get a bot or trout?
I needed to be punished?
This is acceptable?
Moments away from an actual reason. |
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| Post the Hot 100 |
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| 02:42am 05/09/2008 |
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mood: Lockstep sneer music: Mirah - The Garden
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They really should've discouraged heuristic violence.
Wan Chai is mine, bitches.
Moments away from harassing the news. |
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| Post The Thirty-Eighth |
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| 08:21am 29/08/2008 |
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mood: "I was bright, but she was much brighter" music: Cake - Mexico
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I don't get bad that often, and Control is
still in Control. This is the sop.
I just now made a connection between S.O.P. and "sop".
It never ends.
Moments away from practicing "Mexico" again. |
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| Post The Pass |
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| 05:34am 24/08/2008 |
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mood: One not therefore two music: Wax Tailor - Que Sera
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As if I had a serious choice.
Unheld dogs like me.
She's going to die soon.
Moments away from rhythm as an alternate theory.
EDIT
You know what's awesome? Not two minutes after I posted this,
I got an AIMbot messaging me about eulogies.
Took me a while to stop the hysterical laughter.
You can take this, and you can do with it whatever you like.
I can't begin to understand the perversity of community. |
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