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blue mondaywe dashed our hopes, we smoked our dreams / we collaborated with our saboteurs / while the shots were still echoing

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Jan 21, 2013

walk home in D minorit's a long walk home with the sidewalk becoming headphones / footsteps keep the beat, the bass of your breath is baritone / the memories of the street call out in a chorus of overtones

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Nov 26, 2012

rare commodity get your body right off of methe silent impact passes as movements become masses and the despised things become what we're after. we're our own last chapter, ununique to the minute but maybe rare the moment after. we're glued to television screens the preach our own defeat and don't even acknowledge our new masters or their dying dreams. your life is a worried line and devoid of devoted patchwork. / dire sirens blaze as i ire lights to do the same / fire consumes desire and wired nights are left to blame

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Jun 28, 2012

"i'll always remember our companionship and what it meant."i felt a tear, mostly in motion / collapsing into spirals, we find ourselves here / part awake dreams that lull you to sleep

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Apr 23, 2012

i haven't written for days because i haven't been sober for days because i haven't written for daysscared melody, the sacred surgery. the sacramental discrepancies / will remind us of the finer things / like circuitry and hurried dreams

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Apr 8, 2012

forcedpolitely past sleep and still there's very little worth sobering for / i thought I'd heard another neighbor kicking down my door / turns out it was just my head hitting the floor

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Apr 5, 2012

draftedi've almost erased everything of this portrait that once made a face. the landscape remains but the memories aren't the same and even without a voice I still hear a name. colors become mute and grey, night becomes boring when it's permanently day. so what is there really left to say; drawn down words are curtains on this place and the house lights burn so bright, eager to become flames. / i'm a vandal of a curator or the wrong end of a metaphor. i think "this is what solvent's are for" 'as I take deep breaths upon the floor. it's a win-win if you're trying to ignore the opening and closing of windows and doors. tell me how I wasn't supposed to even the score when i'm barely old enough to go to war?

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Apr 4, 2012

next timea day late, a memory short. a moment began long before either of us could breathe and each moment was what vaguely resembled telepathy. dying dreams to go to sleep or sweet escapes that scream defeat. your moment is your time and everything will rewind or soon repeat. / rocket ships can't hear us now when the stage two blasts have passed. and the only friend we'll have will be the person we see in the glass. auroras of mind won't be hard to find and the magnetism of the stars will reflect on you. i've vandalized our only way home so you know that I'm telling the truth. / i've utilized the moment and caressed it into motion. I've become the self denying symptom of devotion or a universal explosion, or whatever it is that reminds us of what we're holding; a map for a plan that we can't understand as it's still being written and no one's around to promise the land.

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Apr 2, 2012

extra extracaught the grizzly scene, down on its knees. a dark cop in the corner, writing everything down like prescriptions a junkie is forcing with a gun to his head. we were weaving in and out of traffic and minds when the barriers hit the brakes for a second, and that was sobering enough. we kicked it down to third gear and the radio waves became a name. for a second, we existed only as guesses. / the coroner report will come back eventually, and there we will place all blame on discrepancies. while burying our heads, we discovered our feet and only kept the left one around for sake of symmetry. / now go tell the press and demand them to redact all contents of their articles that had an impact

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Mar 28, 2012

telepathycomposing an ocean, devoid of emotion / complete within it's motion / we know how to start commotions

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Mar 28, 2012

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