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Wednesday, December 6th, 2006

2:26 am

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Friday, November 18th, 2005

1:20 am

ultimately, you realize who the real ones are, and the real things. i am actually happy. i am in love with the word vessel and with someone that continues to impress me to this day, this very second.

Monday, October 3rd, 2005

11:59 pm

what is the point of this thing? sort of this indefinite nothing; i remember a very long story about how humans always seek purposes in things.

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Friday, June 17th, 2005

1:19 am

you don't know what love is until you learned the meaning of the blues until you loved the love you had to lose you don't know what love is you don't know how lips hurt until you kissed and had to pay the cost until you've flipped your heart and you have lost you dont know what love is do you know how lost hearts fears the thought of suffering and the lips that taste of tears lose their taste for kissing you dont know how hearts burn for love that cannot live yet never dies until you reached each dawn with sleepless nights you don't know what love is how do you know how lost hearts fears the thought of suffering and how lips that taste of tears lose their taste for kissing you don't know what love is until you learned the meaning of the blues until you learned the love you had to lose you don't know what love is george benson

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Thursday, June 16th, 2005

1:59 am

when our love was new i'd look at you and i still do, love you and the things you are you glide your hand across the guitar we lie against the chair inside your car

Thursday, April 28th, 2005

5:41 pm

Tuesday, April 26th, 2005

1:58 am

i remember this. i remember how vivid the pinks and the blues were, how the sky and the sand naturally and seamlessly married each other. i screamed at the top of my lungs at how beautiful, how beautiful! it was. i trusted the moment, the sun, and the way the sky had stretched and dispersed in a million directions. i never felt a trust like that.

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Wednesday, April 20th, 2005

1:55 am

my fragility he sits back with that expression on his face that means he will spend some time looking up at the ceiling imaging these various illusions that swirl in patterns and in this state are fingers that infinitely strum pass possibilities and into theories profound conforming and shifting into equivalences of n/emotion he sits back with that expression on his face that means he will spend some time looking up at the ceiling his collarbone is away from my perception but his back is stubborn, forgiving, equally immense the circumference of his neck is a way around the world a way around the bends and travels of my fragility a form of the presence, a form of a a calmness embedded only in feeling and memory one evening, certainly, quietly

1:42 am

we walk along this ground, this common ground that rarely puts at at ease. your face is soft and so are your fingers, they pull and melt into my hands. and even when i gesture to be away, i will keep coming back. to this specific love and nothing else. it's already been 38 months and i still secretly wait beside the phone for you.

Sunday, April 17th, 2005

2:46 am - so i love you and goodnight.

i am eroding; slowly crumbling. utter and complete demolition. days are hours of work, nights are moments to cry. i never said i wanted life to be fair it was never fair, never shall, never will. who goes for unreachable goals? time only gives you the seconds to fall life is all about struggling to get upstream where the current flows in unbelievable colours