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January 7th, 2009 @10:57pm
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Hungry For A Holiday - The Album Leaf & Bright Eyes |
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I love this song.
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January 3rd, 2009 @07:40pm
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Dark Eyes - Calexico & Iron & Wine |
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A child dressed up as a football player - but she crys with the helmet over her head, no one hears her panic through the thick, sticky plastic sparingly, she wipes sweat from her hands, breathing deeper and deeper until it's silent in her head.
-she's dead.
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( Inspiration : White Oleander by Janet Fitch )
Mother's calling, can't you hear? Rattling my bones, breaking my weight. I shiver in her arms of hate - real striking ice, simmering down in her brow, to her unmistakable knife - sharp eyes. Burning, cutting strife. I shiver, once more. Her nurturing hands were filled with waste, I choked on her "meaningful" quotes and attentions. A land - fill acquisition of my childhood.
I called her mother, because she broke it into me, broke my bones to mend with hers until I no longer knew which was hers and which were mine.
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October 30th, 2008 @05:53pm
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Something of An End - My Brightest Diamond |
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over my shoulder, the air bitter; I wanted it there. Brushing swiftly, deftly - raising the hairs on my arms, close like shivering, ice encrusted windshields.
I hold my tongue.
It's rivers there, rivets in between - do I see my frame? outlined against the barest sky, grey eyes hold me back.
Touch me, I shutter. It's murmurs fighting outloud with bashing cans of the shrillest teenage screams, film-school-scary movie variety.
My choice, among all the ones. I choose.
The lips so close to the chin, all I ask is that they touch, once, one time, one tense, one kind moment unraveled and over and over shifted among my weight. The sound across my lips to your lips.
Just words, I say. Just words.
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