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i have a strong desire to start a Sigur Ros/Explosions in the Sky type band. a hot instrumental experience. this will likely never come to fruition.
my beard is getting ridiculous but i'm going with it. this is a time in my life when i can actually grow it out without breaking any professional guidelines or anything like that. some days it looks mock-dece.
this is rather dark but:
Medicate for an overdoes to help me be with you
I wanna see things from your point of view
If I'm not high I'm always thinking of
The memories we both loved
Please God help me bring her down
She doesn't deserve being passed around
I'll light the pain, tie the worries off
Blackout the hours neither of us could talk
I remember standing there in shock
Walked through the floors and she might've stopped
...If I'd been more up front...
Inject a sleep that spun
Reality moved so fast
So slow to go
I know the regrowth of what we dreamt of will come
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I have a hard time believing in ghosts.
With this semester ending so soon, graduation is looming. Wow. Four years. Everyone says it goes by so fast. What they really mean is they didn't spend enough of their experience enjoying themselves until the end, so they're going to miss what they realize will be the best, most carefree times of their lives. I'm on the shore watching the boat sail as well. It's not necessarily that it went by so fast, it's that I can't remember every detail as vivid as I once did. That's the sad thing. Journals and pictures help in that regard.
It's funny because every year of college has been vastly different from the year before it. What will I miss the most? Not important.
It has come to my attention recently that I really need to start locking down a job. Avoiding that. Thanks.
my beard is getting ridiculous but i'm going with it. this is a time in my life when i can actually grow it out without breaking any professional guidelines or anything like that. some days it looks mock-dece.
this is rather dark but:
Medicate for an overdoes to help me be with you
I wanna see things from your point of view
If I'm not high I'm always thinking of
The memories we both loved
Please God help me bring her down
She doesn't deserve being passed around
I'll light the pain, tie the worries off
Blackout the hours neither of us could talk
I remember standing there in shock
Walked through the floors and she might've stopped
...If I'd been more up front...
Inject a sleep that spun
Reality moved so fast
So slow to go
I know the regrowth of what we dreamt of will come
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I have a hard time believing in ghosts.
With this semester ending so soon, graduation is looming. Wow. Four years. Everyone says it goes by so fast. What they really mean is they didn't spend enough of their experience enjoying themselves until the end, so they're going to miss what they realize will be the best, most carefree times of their lives. I'm on the shore watching the boat sail as well. It's not necessarily that it went by so fast, it's that I can't remember every detail as vivid as I once did. That's the sad thing. Journals and pictures help in that regard.
It's funny because every year of college has been vastly different from the year before it. What will I miss the most? Not important.
It has come to my attention recently that I really need to start locking down a job. Avoiding that. Thanks.