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Everyone is boring as shit.
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| Yeah of course |
[30 Oct 2007|12:30am] |
Life is getting interesting again, thanks.
How many people in this room have had their wisdom teeth removed? I had them. Can't fathom, what it's like to be told the truth. And the captains abandoned ship. Can you believe it. No! They had to. No! It wont do. No! It's hard to swim when lies will drown you. So when you go to sleep at night, some writers write all night, 10,000 words of truth, then they drink themselves to death upon finding it. Sometimes I write all night,10,000 critics come. And if they're telling the truth then that has to mean I'm lying to myself. But I'm not lying. So when you go to bed at night, and the sweat starts to run you dry, well, don't forget to breathe. And if you're confused too, as to why we're not bullet proof, it's just slow death. It's just emptiness.
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| "People want me to help them, I can't help myself" |
[20 Oct 2007|12:54am] |
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I could've weeped at work when I saw mentally handicapped people working for practically nothing, doing the same job I normally do while I try and find something else to keep busy with. I don't want to judge, or be judged. Everyday I try and make life more clear and consistent, which can lead to more confusion and less awareness at times. I want to love, and know what love is. I want to be loved and know where love comes from. I can achieve a full life of cleanliness, and end up with dirty hands. Everything is going to change regardless of what you think. In two years I've had eight birthdays and twenty days I've died on. In two months I have felt dead, alive, lost, and tranquil. The point of view: You can only look in on yourself from the window if you open it, and if you try hard enough to get through you might answer the telephone. The line has been cut for me for a long time, all I can do is mend and move. Move forward, never losing sight of reality and what is important. I can live now that I've died.
David.
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| New Dreams |
[11 Oct 2007|03:20pm] |
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Momma says imma be a hip hop star!
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| A better place? |
[08 Oct 2007|12:10am] |
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I moved to Royal Oak last night. I live in a nice house, with a nice yard, and my job is right next door. I can find time to think myself mad, but no time for a moment of sprightliness. Constantly splintered into scads of thought that I can barely contain with out letting it out of control. Cracking like the spider web effect of a shattered windshield stopped abruptly by an innocent bystander. I have a head ache, sickness, lust for life. I'll try to sleep, in the middle of this strife.
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| Oh what's a boy to do? |
[25 May 2007|01:49pm] |
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Weekend at Grandma Marylou's. It's going to be great. If anyone wants to do something sunday/memorial day, call me I'll be around.
I try to unravel myself from the fabrics of routine
I am but one tiny particle that makes the whole
Being,
not seeing,
thinking,
or pretending.
I am the whole that is made of tiny particles,
that make a particle,
to make the actual whole.
I try to not lose,
but gain.
I try to remember,
retain.
One day, far down a road that I recognize,
I will be a man.
Not a particle woven in a piece of fabric that makes the whole
I will be...
the complete whole.
P.S Pistons won!
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| Stuck |
[23 May 2007|03:14pm] |
I am at the milford library if anyone would like to meet up call me.
I used to know a little road,
Houses built with gold.
I once could recognize a city street,
Paved with children, crime, and heat.
I am familiar with many places
Some that I may know.
I recognize bundles of streets
That only dreams will show.
P.S Yesterday was a lot of fun.
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| New Writing. |
[14 May 2007|11:28pm] |
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I wrote this tonight. If you are interested in knowing what it means you can always ask!
In love with the world through the eyes of a madman.
Dreaming of romance that an hour glass says won't last.
I cannot be blamed for my loss of reality,
nor can the dreamers of dreams.
I dream, and I DREAM!
Or so it seems.
I dream when I sleep,
I dream when I wake,
I dream when I dream,
For dreams I can make.
Twelve years ago decisions were made for me to take the throne.
Thievery makes the man, or so they teach.
Bitterness makes or breaks, or so they preach.
They can take my reality,
or so it seems.
For I will know,
and always know they cannot take my dreams.
I dream when I sleep,
I dream when I Wake,
I dream when I'm dead
at the bottom of the lake.
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| Yeah, sure. |
[10 May 2007|10:10pm] |
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She's rattling my bones!
Well, I live in Milford now, with the Paladinos. It's a really nice house. Really big, big enough for me to get lost in. I'm not sure what I am going/trying to accomplish this summer, I really want to do something that will better my life in some way. I really want to move to Royal Oak. Everything is always up in the air.
I feel pretty content doing what ever comes my way but I am afraid that I will end up doing the truck stop deal for too long.
I am quitting/starting a lot of new things.
+New Band
+New Ideas for paper
+New Ideas for romance
-No more fog
-No more mopping
-No more promises I cannot keep
Tell me what to say! Tell me what to do!
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| Consumed |
[27 Apr 2007|09:13pm] |
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Consumed by a mass of never ending brick and cement
I ate with the rats, the kings of the subway
My mind was lost quickly
My trip lasted forever
Homeward bound! Show some emotion!
As I sat listening in on a bullshit scheme to sell
I thought home looks nice from across the lake
I then watched his face melt away to hell
Now I'm going back to the mitten for my sake
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| Chicago |
[24 Apr 2007|01:22am] |
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Well I made it to my new home, Chicago. If I wasn't exhausted I would write more. I would like to say I miss all my friends and I wish you were all here with me. Moving to a place where you don't see one familiar face makes you realize how much you love all the faces you've learned to know.
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| Rum to whiskey! |
[19 Apr 2007|04:24am] |
Today was insane.
She was the best thing, best thing that he ever had
She was the best thing.
He switched from rum to whiskey.
She was the only decent thing in a good for nothing town.
She was the prettiest girl in an ugly town.
He must feel sorry
I know he hates it
He switched from rum to whiskey
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| Universe! |
[13 Apr 2007|01:35am] |
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You may feel as if you're on top of the world
You are really at the center of the earth
...And there is no heaven...no place to make your hell.
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| I do |
[06 Apr 2007|03:00pm] |
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I feel great.
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| Thanks |
[01 Apr 2007|10:12am] |
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Thanks to everyone who came out and watched quite possibly the last only human show!
Thanks for not laughing at all the follies.
I'm waiting for d's to finish making my breakfast sandwich. I'm going to walk over there in a few and pick it up.
I want to go on a date.
I'm leaving in twenty daysssssssss.
There are a few things I want to do, should do, want to say, should say.
Pax Indigo
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| I'm moving to CHICAGO. ANDWEHAVESHOWS? |
[26 Mar 2007|12:06pm] |
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Hi, everyone come out to the show at the mug shot (previously It's a grind) on saturday. It is one of the few shows in a series of shows we will be playing before I move to Chicago and we have our inevitable break up. It's free! I would say get there around six or seven. Wildcatting and Ish and Art work will also be playing. Bring your dancing shoes, and a nice pair of slacks that are doomed to get dirty.
P.S the set will be dedicated to the man/woman who brings me a vanilla malt to the show.
I got the okay to move today, I will no longer be a resident of Michigan starting May 1st. My going away party will be pretty soon, you can come. That means you.
P.S.S anyone want to go out somewhere with me? anywhere, anyone.
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[20 Mar 2007|01:34pm] |
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Eyes that never close, hands too numb to hold a glass or a matchstick.
Everybody knows this old house is cold and crowed with halfwits.
Cemetery Row is not such a bad place -- don't you want to go?
Bars that never close one every corner, Cemetery Row.
Lemonade and gin.
Life is wearing thin by general consensus.
Nothing is a sin.
Fall out of your skin so free and defensless.
Cemetery Row is not such a bad place -- don't you want to go?
Bars that never close one every corner, Cemetery Row.
Used to be afraid.
Now we love to fade into the procession.
No more the insane
Memory lane runs in the other direction
Cemetery Row is not such a bad place -- don't you want to go?
Bars that never close one every corner, Cemetery Row.
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| Maybe we're nothing but water |
[23 Feb 2007|02:12am] |
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Water works, water ways, blue times and better days.
Maybe we are nothing but water.
Water ways, water works, blue times where darkness lurks
I feel nothing but the water.
I know a man who sees nothing good in life.
I see a man reflected back to me.
Floating, drifting through a life of potential.
Maybe I'm a muddy puddle of water.
We've got shows coming up, Next saturday chill and mingle hamtrammy- 5$
March 31st It's a grind-Free More to come in between march 1st-31st. We've got a four song demo if you want one let me know.
What's this body for?
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| lack of rest. |
[08 Feb 2007|07:12am] |
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The sun is rising early,
early this morning the sun is rising.
Haven't slept, have not captured solitude.
No dreams have I witnessed.
More so, dreams have watched me as they pass by the window.
I wink, double eyed and weary,
I let out a breath of silent fury.
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| scen ne ne ne ne ne |
[06 Feb 2007|02:02pm] |
I had never seen the man in the moon, I saw other things, the dreams of young men passing through the night and fading quickly.
.more to come.
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