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shh, shhhh....don't talk, don't talk. [Oct. 26th, 2008|04:54 am]
[Current Music |bright eyes - time code]

baby, it's the beer that's smiling. It ain't me.
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(no subject) [Sep. 29th, 2008|11:53 pm]
[Current Music |The Good Life - Album of the Year]

I've never felt so found.
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hot boxing the loft [Mar. 5th, 2008|11:45 pm]
[Current Mood | high]
[Current Music |frank sinatra - witchcraft]

Frank, just belt it.

I'm trying hard to relax.

To and Fro.

Just, breathe.
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let's consume together [Dec. 20th, 2007|11:09 pm]
[Current Mood | ...excuse me?]
[Current Music |bright eyes - blue christmas]

married again.


oh, god.
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you never read of any seed [Dec. 11th, 2007|03:47 pm]
[Current Mood | zoooom]
[Current Music |bright eyes - middle man]

Just like every fool gets wise.
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(no subject) [Dec. 6th, 2007|03:04 pm]
[Current Mood | complacent]
[Current Music |steely dan - bodhisattva(live)]

I have my drugs, I have my woman.
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down all the power [Oct. 8th, 2007|08:20 am]
[Current Mood | starving]
[Current Music |the faint - symptom finger]

Now, I'm looking for something I've never wanted.
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(no subject) [Sep. 8th, 2007|01:24 am]
[Current Mood | whattt]
[Current Music |rilo kiley - hail to whatever you found]

How could I resist?
It's all I've wanted.
Now, I guess I've got it.
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how embarrassed I would have been [Jul. 6th, 2007|02:36 pm]
[Current Mood | weird]
[Current Music |the faint - desperate guys]

Was it the dis-illusioned, heavily influenced lyrical-poet or the elder, starving, hopeful painter who saw the pure movements? And who interprets these, with more grace, attitude, and angst?

The poet, studied, admired, even obsessed over the mysterious figures, and their irresistable influence that struck me down to the very bottom of everything. The poet lived, and thrived in the dirt and the death. I was hesitant, drowning, and completly pure.

I tried to just smile, and say, "Everything is fine."

The painter, can brush off loss as if it were dust on the (window)sill. And is no longer bothered by moments that passed over too suddenly. Now, I am arrogant, and playing the role.

I have been many people.
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its the opiate of the populace [Jun. 18th, 2007|07:08 pm]
[Current Mood | clean again]
[Current Music |Desaparecidos - happiest place on earth]

Observation is an expertly disquised window posing as an innocent un-charted door. May shame be brought on the family of the tired fool who walks out that "door", naively thinking their foot is to find sweet, metaphorical ground.

I stand in front of this suspicous "door", complete paralysis, and no words.
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my head against the wall [May. 16th, 2007|12:07 am]
[Current Mood | flat back]
[Current Music |bayside - blame it on bad luck]

Incessant pre-occupation drains focus of all of it's usual work-ethic. And when the afforementioned preoccupation is mixing you cocktails on a saturday morning, liquid breakfast, it's quite easy to get lost.

don't ask questions, pay attention.
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the wife forgave the mistress [May. 10th, 2007|10:02 am]
[Current Mood | contemplative]
[Current Music |bright eyes - hot knives]

Cassadaga. The rocks benethe the water. It's sweet and succulent, rebirth. Getting rid of the old details, and the old feeling.

Oh, I've made love.
Yeah, I've been fucked, so what?
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equilibrium, inebriated [Apr. 25th, 2007|11:08 pm]
[Current Mood | discontent]
[Current Music |cursive - the casualty]

There is only one branch of war that surpasses all glory of the classic tug-of-war. There is beauty in it's endurance, and it's wagers add an undeniable elegance, and prestige to the dying art. but, as you know, when tension peaks, attention is harder to deny.

Silent war. 

Stratigically fought-and-won battles rage on and on with no sign of cease fire. And yet, courtesy is given often, with light, and pure truth. To and Fro. Back and Forth. Hesitation and indecision will raise that white-flag, sooner than later.



And you, weigh with the scales you were given.
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now that your wallet is all lit up. [Apr. 17th, 2007|06:24 pm]
[Current Mood | contem/no papes]
[Current Music |metric - hustle rose]

"Lay a stratigically shaking hand down, and touch. Despite such desperate need for rebirth, and sexual over-tones of touch, it pulls back with discust due to the simplicity of such sweet unfamiliarity.

curious?

Not as curious as me.

On the other hand, we loathe inconsistancy from familiar strokes, and regret the subtle words of details we've grown to miss. I loathe to miss them, and push back change with one swift surreptitious kick to the face, as if to stop it from inflicting any damage to me by the means of Renaissance. " (Last week's rant)

So full of resentment.

This week: I am to, not fro.

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oh, princess please...make mistakes [Mar. 19th, 2007|08:28 pm]
[Current Mood | ahhhh]
[Current Music |neva dinova - poison]

Preface: This story is hardly given the justice it merits. In person, I tell it much better. In this forum, I could tell it much better. But I'm bound by assignment restraints. With hope, my professor will smile once or twice, not be too offended, and give me an A. If not, at least I didn't spend two hours writing about some contrived shit.

The overall composition also suffers from a length constraint. I've cut much of what I wrote. And if I had it to do again (no time now...i procrastinate), I'd structure it entirely differently. Again, like always: this has been an exercise.

I need a movie theater and an empty seat to sit next to.


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vanity's got this new gun that she wants to try on you. [Mar. 12th, 2007|06:11 pm]
[Current Mood | totally stoned]
[Current Music |dead poetic - new medicines]








I bet you've never seen that before.


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off-white subtle morning [Feb. 17th, 2007|12:53 pm]
[Current Mood | what up what up]
[Current Music |bright eyes - movement of a hand]

BRITTNEY NEWS!
1. I have obtained an unslightly scar on my left ring finger.
- Irony? Perhaps, I suppose.
2. Purchased dos prints at the festival.
3. The husband and I are house hunting in a month.
- Throw on the ol' ball n' chain.
4. Hiking up-state tonight.
- Project pat brings blunts everywhere he goes.
- "The Game" by B. Hollinger can be purchased at fine retailers nation-wide.
5. Weaseled into my choice-school.
6. New ink next friday.

...

?
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I have my drugs, I have my woman [Nov. 18th, 2006|09:47 pm]
[Current Mood | ice factory]
[Current Music |bright eyes - road to joy]

Normal winter-blues has found itself elsewhere in '06. Quite a nice break in the chain, and a vicorious sigh, fresh as if over cold ice water, of relief.

The cold air of the season, is characterized by out-door kegs, rings of smoke from the porch, last ciggarettes, and damp cotton clouds. And romance is defined with lovers in backseats eating cold pizza, and drinking cheap wine.

The moons laying low in the sky.
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black, jet black when we fought. [Oct. 25th, 2006|07:35 pm]
[Current Mood | geekin]
[Current Music |lynn's strings]

We gallivant around town making art, and drinking wine.



Praise the clouded mind.


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my ear to the ground, I dug every word. [Sep. 29th, 2006|08:06 pm]
[Current Mood | ecstatic]
[Current Music |neva dinova - tripped]

BRITTNEY NEWS!

1. Tonight: I'll make the long awaited pilgrimage home.
 - I miss the noise of summer in my ears.
2. Tomorrow night: Part 2, at my place.
 - COMATOSE
3.  Peace bitches.
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