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shyness is nice and shyness can stop you from doing all the things in life you'd like to.
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[25 Nov 2003|02:23am] |
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the first snow came just for my birthday.
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[17 Nov 2003|02:13am] |
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well. fuck it.
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[08 Nov 2003|03:05am] |
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i don't know, man.
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[28 Oct 2003|12:23am] |
I Know a Man
robert creeley
As I sd to my
friend, because I am
always talking,--John, I
sd, which was not his
name, the darkness sur-
rounds us, what
can we do against
it, or else, shall we &
why not, buy a goddam big car,
drive he sd, for
christ's sake, look
out where yr going.
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[22 Oct 2003|03:23pm] |
oh well, okay.
his songs are so sad today.
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[19 Oct 2003|03:37am] |
belmont and clark!
hannah's newest eighth birthday ever!
the new belle & sebastian is almost as happy as i am right now.
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[09 Oct 2003|01:55am] |
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ache.
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[07 Oct 2003|02:41am] |
sometimes i jump off the bridge in my mind or
crawl into a darkened corner. on my better days,
i am a monk; the rest, perhaps a hermit of sorts.
i don't know what to do with my hands, my eyes.
when i'm alone, i shake my head at my nervous habits,
picking apart a leaf or a conversation. you creep up on
me like a painting i've forgotten about. maybe it made me
cry in the middle of a museum or my own room and i want to
drown in the subtle color or brushstroke that got stuck halfway
down my throat. my forehead is always cold or hot and
i'd like to hop the next train to wherever
but your skin is haunting and i begin to think that maybe
if i could write you a poem about worlds being created
i could breathe again.
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[03 Oct 2003|02:06am] |
so look:
i get to wear scarves and see my breath and make glue hands and have anti-homework tea parties with these amazing smiling people and i swear to you that three nights ago allen ginsberg bagged my groceries.
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[27 Sep 2003|02:08am] |
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i love you, stupid.
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[19 Sep 2003|01:34am] |
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one day i am going to move to chicago and RULE THE WORLD.
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[13 Sep 2003|01:51am] |
an inordinate amount of letters should be sent to
aaron zimmerman
goshen college
1700 s. main st.
goshen, in 46526
(any letters/packages you may be expecting from me will be sent out this next week. i promise.*)
other things that can be sent to me include, but are not limited to:
mixcds/tapes, bags of tea, pictures of you and your loved ones dancing like its the end of the goddamn world, incendiary poems about modern american foreign policy and/or kittens, buttons, humorously photoshopped pictures of any or all members of the bush administration, unwanted vinyl copies of the white album or blonde on blonde, mass quanities of v8 splash, freedom, truth, beauty, love.
*actually: no, no i don't. but i promise to hope to send them out sometime in the reasonable/unreasonable future.
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[10 Sep 2003|01:17am] |
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why tuesday is, more often than not, the best day of the week.
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[03 Sep 2003|02:12am] |
(and somedays we will not feel good about ourselves, about this skin and blood and mess of wires, about questions with no answers and questions with cruel answers and the girl who may never love us. we will put off schoolwork to watch movies, will forget to call parents, to get out, to breathe. where am i going what am i doing maybe i should have dropped that class what if i would have said something different oh god this is the end please help oh fuck oh god)
and we will pour tea into our favorite cups,
sit on the balcony late at night to watch the cars go by,
throwing dancing shadows on darkened trees.
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[01 Sep 2003|02:05am] |
someone erased the sky today
folded the clouds over me
like an overcoat
like the first day i ever lived
can we leave it all behind?
jump into the grey
like we've never been afraid
like we've never said no to anything
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[27 Aug 2003|01:37am] |
there are creaky hardwood floors and grass that is cool & smooth and a train that runs through the middle of campus.
and my good lord, everyone wears birkenstocks here.
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[20 Aug 2003|01:12pm] |
i leave for goshen tomorrow and all i've packed so far are my books.
starting over again & again is no fun.
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[12 Aug 2003|01:06am] |
would you believe i've never read a.h.w.o.s.g. until now?
i bought it a week ago and am hopelessly in love.
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