Friday, January 8, 2010

catch up, again.

this time i have words for you too.
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thursday, january 7, 2010




what i took from boys/guys/men..

i've decoded/decanted/distributed/destructed...

the magic formula

stop caring and you'll be cared about.
stop talking and you'll  be talked to.
stop loving and you'll be loved.
stop stressing and the stress will carry on without you, coming to rest on someone else's shoulders, into the confines of someone else's mind, into the deep, penetrating crevices of someone else's aching bones.
there's no rhyme about it.
there's no reason surrounding it.
it is a simple truth -- but the joke's on us all --
because it's the hardest thing you''ll ever do.
not caring, not talking, not loving --
it's the hardest thing you will ever do.
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friday, january 8, 2010




i feel like the world is at my fingertips today.
am i bipolar?

'if this music makes you feel good,
who gives a fuck.
enjoy.'

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