"Must love and sanity always be so polarized?"

"Love is a complete dispossesion of oneself," he says.

"How is that possible?"

"It's not. That's why it's love."

And he picks up his italian leather briefcase and walks away.

The Dandy Warhols, cheap wine, and tattoo number two.

Today:

Waiting for the mail to come. Hope hurts, you know.

In two days I will have lived here for a year.

I tried painting.


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I'm still playing the waiting game. I'm still not over it. I met a girl who was listening to the Royal Tenenbaums soundtrack and I threw her CD out the car window. She asked me why, and I told her not to be so insensitive. I don't understand half the products of my mind lately. I simply react, look around, and think to myself, "What the fuck ( Read more... )

So college. Yeah. I don't seem to be having nearly as much fun as Mr. Ford.

Sometimes my philosophy professor will accidentally start writing in Greek.

Three a.m waterfalls spill from our mouths as we 
                                           stroke  
           the engine of our egos 
                      in the quiet of the morning over the
                                          rush of running water. 
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Streaked waterglasses. Gauloises. Cashier assistance at register 9, reality escapes me.

"How do you feel about the progression of your life?"

Empty.

"How do you wake up?"

Beside myself.

"With what?"

Nevermind.

"You, you're just another disdainful, chainsmoking blonde."

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I cut off most of my hair.

I'm still alive out here. Sorta.

Everything she is she spits on the floor.

"You don't have to be so defensive and vindictive...unless, of course, you want to."

"maybe, depending on where i am in my life, i would go with you and we could get married or something. who knows."

Fuck.

The Therapist: Did you leave anyone behind in Arizona?

Me: Obviously

She has brown hair: Right, but did you leave anyone behind?

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