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absinthe bunny: explosions in the sky
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Nothing left to long for. Tuesday, November 18, 2008. Explosions in the sky. We face the destruction. we face the end of all things. we face the falling stars and burning atmosphere with tears of joy, for its together that we face our eternal life. stone statues crumble, fortresses are toppled, the powers that be are no longer anything but meek crickets chirping the final song heard among the bombs, the gunfire, the four horsemen. this is it now. But most of all, i see you. i see you, and i feel you,...
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absinthe bunny: August 2005
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Nothing left to long for. Friday, August 05, 2005. Since i was a child, my worst fear has always been age. The old frighten me. not stereotypical fear of the wreckless endangerment of others through veering on the expressway, or the fact that removable teeth are an everyday thing. it is that they are that much closer to seeing death. We were untainted by the cruelty of the world, free of sin and crime and the anguish most adults go through every day of their miserable lives. we were able to dream. I can'...
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absinthe bunny: ghosts
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Nothing left to long for. Wednesday, June 27, 2007. I don't talk about you anymore. At least, i make the effort not to. but of course there are those who simply can't let this die, won't let it die, like you so blatantly have. keeping it alive is not a concern of mine anymore. why struggle for life when all is left is a shell? I was extinguished. i was reawakened. reawakened only to decay once more. And now i am hollow. Although i may speak no evil, it doesn't work the same way for seeing or hearing.
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absinthe bunny: August 2008
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Nothing left to long for. Wednesday, August 20, 2008. I still dream about you, my little boy. I can still feel you underneath my skin. Your heartbeat battling mine. Your whispers reaching me when the world sleeps. Watch over me, my little boy. I'm not quite sure where to walk without you now. Take care of your daddy. Your mom still loves him. Until the stars turn cold. I listen to the rain now, my little boy. Because i know that's how you tell me your stories. Stories about our family. I go out in it.
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absinthe bunny: unfaithful
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Nothing left to long for. Tuesday, November 04, 2008. So this is what judas the betrayer feels. This is the high the addicts chase until their last rattled breath escapes them. This is the destruction we all privately seek out, like the drug dealers in the filth ridden, putrid alley ways, so far away from suburban white washed bliss. My heart didn't break as thoroughly as i'd predicted it would when the lights went off and my skirt went up. I think we need a break," i say through weepy mascara tears.
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absinthe bunny: June 2006
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Nothing left to long for. Thursday, June 29, 2006. Running through my veins. Hurdling like track runners into my heart, my lungs, out through my throat into yours, filling us both up with colors, songs, letters, pictures, poems, wishes. This, my friend, is a cosmic connection. Where does heaven end and earth begin in this ocean horizon that we have so wrecklessly charged into? I'm not afraid anymore. Tuesday, June 06, 2006. My stomach is crawling, still, hours after you last touched me. My hand still fee...
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absinthe bunny: October 2005
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Nothing left to long for. Sunday, October 02, 2005. Did you know that your body starts dying at age 20? Your first twenty years are spent growing, living, evolving into something better. with each year the prototype becomes new, improved. maybe that's why they say these are the best years of our lives. since, you know, we don't necessarily live the rest. But of course it's all just a blink of an eye. in the eyes of god, a human life is but a flutter in time. a breath of air. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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absinthe bunny: November 2008
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Nothing left to long for. Tuesday, November 18, 2008. Explosions in the sky. We face the destruction. we face the end of all things. we face the falling stars and burning atmosphere with tears of joy, for its together that we face our eternal life. stone statues crumble, fortresses are toppled, the powers that be are no longer anything but meek crickets chirping the final song heard among the bombs, the gunfire, the four horsemen. this is it now. But most of all, i see you. i see you, and i feel you,...
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absinthe bunny: November 2006
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Nothing left to long for. Monday, November 27, 2006. Children of idle dreams. I love to fantasize about my life as it could be years from now. Usually these fantasies are the results of decisions- and the consequences that follow. i like to place myself in these alternate worlds of life, try them on, walk around a bit, see how they fit. i imagine not only my life, but the lives of those i love. even lives of little beings that don't exist. children who have not been born. Would we fight alot? Would we sl...
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absinthe bunny: lullaby
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Nothing left to long for. Wednesday, August 20, 2008. I still dream about you, my little boy. I can still feel you underneath my skin. Your heartbeat battling mine. Your whispers reaching me when the world sleeps. Watch over me, my little boy. I'm not quite sure where to walk without you now. Take care of your daddy. Your mom still loves him. Until the stars turn cold. I listen to the rain now, my little boy. Because i know that's how you tell me your stories. Stories about our family. I go out in it.