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Oct. 20th, 2016 06:26 pm
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Wearing $400 shoes & $26 in my bank account.

let them eat cake.

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May. 3rd, 2014 10:31 pm
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I just wish i could hurry up & figure myself out already. I'm too old for this indecisive bitch shit.

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I can't wait for things to get warmer as I've practically been hibernating like a bear all winter. Theres so much shit I need to do to get back to my old self & old routines.

Shoot

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why is it that I have to be slapped in the face with these realizations so many times before I finally get it? The first time the light bulb flicked on & I looked around & saw that I was the only one in the room I should have believed that I'm on my own. I'm such a colossal fuck up that if I suicide bombed myself underwater I'd one day become a coral reef. this hell is in between kansas & oz...

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Sep. 10th, 2012 08:46 pm
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Today is a beautifully cold day that I can't even contain my excitement. I kind of just want to curl up under this monochromatic grey sky & watch the clouds sail over me. I could even die a little happier if you were with me. whispering clouds of sweet nothings for you only for them to dissipate into the atmosphere before you could hear them...

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Aug. 22nd, 2012 10:11 pm
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How comforting. Checking yourself into a hotel with your two favourite bitches, Ginny & Voddy. Comfort in accepting that your life is meaningless, but you go through the motions because that's how it is. My eyes are open & I astral project so that I can watch myself rot from the outside in. Room service & exponential blood alcohol levels. It's a lovely feeling, that.

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Feb. 18th, 2012 10:53 pm
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where I dwell within chaos, there's a bass guitar playing all sorts of sad chords, its almost like a melodic heartbeat, reverberating in the dust of my existence. I want to miss what normal felt like, but I can't even muster up a distant memory of it. & this bass line is so soothing.

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Oct. 19th, 2011 12:56 am
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I keep seeing things crawling all over this place. crawling, slipping through my fingers. spots, dreams, insects, people.

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Jun. 25th, 2011 03:02 pm
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i think of excess & destruction & youre the only thing on my mind. when we get high enough to shatter in a mil little pieces it cant be helped that pieces of you blend with pieces of me...


me & my study cast go back like babies on pacifiers. drugs work.
so whatever you do never ever put the gods out of your mind & take zinc on an empty stomach...

ebola & the black death mother fucking plague neatly wrapped & sent 1 way with a kiss to your abdominal region.

bang.
waking up in an unknown foreign city & never looking back is rapidly becoming a dream i cant afford to let fade into darkness.

me & my city, we got irreconcilable differences.
i'm totally repeating tomorrow. especially if it means waking up with tanqueray & you. she makes me want to expel every organ in this fucked up body just so i can have space for her sickness. i'm so fucking shook that death has come in human form & i'm welcoming her.

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May. 18th, 2011 10:45 pm
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it's not wise to abruptly quit therapy, but i've officially quit smoking.

good luck to moi.
i guess you kinda like the way it feels. addicted to a connubial collaboration of fear & loathing with an extramarital affair with unhealthy self medicating. tell it how it is, baby. do normal people choose illicit substances as a substitute for human affection? my nose feels numb + im feeling you slowly bleed through my heart.

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May. 16th, 2011 05:14 pm
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"I would rather sit on a pumpkin & have it all to myself, than be crowded on a velvet cushion."

-Henry David Thoreau

three six five twenty four forward slash seven.

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May. 1st, 2011 08:51 pm
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she's turning me into the most perverse being. all she has to do is exhale & I want to rip her skin off & fuck her bones to dust.

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Jan. 5th, 2011 11:04 pm
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its abrasive. minimal gradual corrosion. inter-proximal cutting away so that you're left a peg instead of the person you once were. aint life grand.
so in a fit of rage i pulled a bracelet off my hand & broke it.
now that its useless i recognize how much i had loved it...
sort of like how i feel about my heart.

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Aug. 27th, 2010 03:13 am
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tonight i'm particularly numb,
they say cigarettes are like portable therapists & i just had my last session with freud on fresh hardwood floors
i like it how lights & xx chromosomes play tricks on me
when i tell myself that we could have it all
an empire of ashes, dust & ovaltine

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Aug. 17th, 2010 05:43 pm
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emotional fucking masochist. Don't stop till you're veins are ripped out & dangling from your hands like string cheese. The realization of love no the realization of beingg in love with you has me so... on edge. Im not on a plane to paris.