...Waking up at 3 PM, in a thrashed bedroom, sharpe with needles and knives...

Oct 02, 2005 01:43

...Reach for the crutches that keep in motion
Vague memories that keep me alive

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so last night i looked out my window and i could see the hills burning. it was strange. the fires are all on the news and everything, but they are also out my window. the sky was glowing orange and made silhouettes with the mountains and the fire was going up the hills in strips. it's odd to step out your front door and see peoples homes burning down... but it really was beautiful.

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i changed my journal...heading, or whatever it's called, title, i guess...for the first time since i took this from brian ages ago. and the friends page title. it just seemed like time.

xx I will try and shake away this disease xx
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