thats my bed time styory
anonymous
March 10 2004, 01:40:58 UTC
im lost, lost without a time to go or a place wait, a bed to crawl or a cliff to fall from. The image of myself through the window at a desk hunched over because im depressed. im writing about a time when it all mattered, when glasses were shattered. who could have ever thought that times would change and shit could be so deranged. Im talking about when wind blew the sorrows out of the trickling faucets inside houses flooded by skeletons. was i that naive to follow such a mistake as the moon. To believe in such a mistake as the moon. I mean what is the moon except a silly little lagoon, a popable bubble inside more than half of the mermaids that see the light of day. I dont care, this is a nightmare, a silly little picture planted in my dreams. im going to finish this journey on the highway. ~Jonathan McMeins (The moon)
Re: thats my bed time styorykinderbatMarch 11 2004, 19:09:18 UTC
Jon I miss you, when are you coming back? I am glad to see you are writing. You should set up a livejournal where you could post your new stuff. Until then, feel free to put it here, I always enjoy reading your freestyle. Call me.
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COME BACK TO URBANA I LOVE YOU
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I AM IN THE HOUSE AND I NEED MY LOVING omg
hit me up yo
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~Jonathan McMeins (The moon)
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Jon I miss you, when are you coming back? I am glad to see you are writing. You should set up a livejournal where you could post your new stuff. Until then, feel free to put it here, I always enjoy reading your freestyle. Call me.
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