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swans by islands is fucking epic. its like 9 & a half minutes long, yet climbing my most played list steadily. i made jimmy a cd called islacorns last week. its islands' new album & a bunch of unicorns b-sides. pretty amazing. what a group of musicians...and drug users. also, thanks to james i've been listening to of montreal again lately. ( Read more... )

i didnt sleep well last night. i was asleep, but i dreamt i was a fly on the wall, just watching myself lay there. when ben came out to blow a bag before work, i was awake but just layed there pretending to be asleep. not real sure why. earler this evening, he said something about a new myspace pic. and the first thing that came to mind was ( Read more... )

"wakey wakey wake n bakey" is what mike said to me when i woke up on friday. i threw back the cover and slipped into those familiar old house shoes, the ones stuart bought me at the $3 store on wirt rd. then to the bags, and to the bags we went. by the time ben & mike left, i was ready to go back to sleep for another ten hours. fkn lifted ( Read more... )

i am not perfect. i fuck up. please dont judge me for my mistakes. i want to grow into a better person with you...for you. please love me for what i am. i dont have everything figured out, but i know one thing for sure: its you i want to be with.

eight months later here i am. she's gone again but this time there is no story i can tell from the perspective of the victim. it was me this time. one night and ten minutes of putting my self in rediculously vulnerable postitions has wiped away all the trust this girl ever had in me. i just let it happen, plain and simple. so now i'm outside ( Read more... )

i think it came to me the other night walking home tired, cold and listening to hovering: though things are painful and unpleasant, theres always something to be learned...there's always some gem of a meaning hidden in the midst of sadness and pain ( Read more... )

maybe tonights the perfect night

it'll mean nothing to you. just like it meant nothing to them to say those words to me at work today. they didnt care how deeply their words cut and of allthenightsofallthedaysofallthenightsthatcould'vebeyourfuckingawaymessage

perfect. at least its already in me

i'm tryin...i'm tyin to....

it'd be one thing if i sought out and pressed for the opinion of austin. that'd be fucked up if i deliberately set forth to steal away his good opinion, but the fact of the matter is...he came to me. he thought the situation we're in was shitty enough to lend his support, not to me, but to what was right. i didnt say a word to him about anything ( Read more... )

i woke up this morning knowing i'd be home all day. misery, right? so far from it...i cant even begin to tell you ( Read more... )