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March 5, 2014. From across the room. Of all the dreams and all the lies. Of all the tears I never cried. Don’t listen to the ones who said. Your life’s not over until you’re dead. Just walk down through your broken doorways. Of dead and deafening sound and noise. Fall toward your heartfelt silence. Crawl up and out of dead ideals. And lift your feet up off the dancefloor. Never shout that you still want more. Of ignorance, of who you won’t be. Of god, of life, of empty walkways,. The ebb and the going.
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April | 2013 | Procrastinated Ruminations
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Monthly Archives: April 2013. Thought of something depressing. April 26, 2013. 8216;Healthy life’ seems an oxymoron. – Me. Like a minute ago. Talking to Matt. It came up, and I liked it. The National – Mr. November. April 24, 2013. Lately, I’ve been listening to this song far more than what some would consider healthy. This song is pretty amazing in most ways, and has become one of my favourite pieces of music. (There’s some swearing in it, if that … Continue reading →. April 24, 2013. April 15, 2013.
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Newer posts →. June 8, 2013. Know why I’m making this blog post? Because I wanted to, that’s why. No other reason. I wanted to. I don’t even like sports. May 28, 2013. It’s funny when you abandon actually thinking, you make thoughtful sense. May 28, 2013. I like to write. Local things like Plays n stuff. May 28, 2013. It’s really dark, and kind of depressing, and I’m also in it. Tickets are 5 bucks for students, and 10 for adults. If possible, get them from me. Or at the door. May 22, 2013. I was called ...
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March | 2014 | Procrastinated Ruminations
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Monthly Archives: March 2014. March 11, 2014. If I never find god and I never find you I’ll never get back to what you’d do when you lie down there and you’d close your eyes and tell me how you’d dreamt you’d died alone down there you’d … Continue reading →. March 5, 2014. March 5, 2014. March 5, 2014. Lyric of the Until I Change It. If I'm in an airport, and you're in a hospital bed, what kind of man does that make me? The Wonder Years, 'Dismantling Summer'. Those whom I like. David helps has a blog.
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Author Archives: Daniel E. March 11, 2014. If I never find god and I never find you I’ll never get back to what you’d do when you lie down there and you’d close your eyes and tell me how you’d dreamt you’d died alone down there you’d … Continue reading →. March 5, 2014. March 5, 2014. March 5, 2014. October 23, 2013. What happens when you sit in bed at 1 in the morning half asleep, fully awake, and need to say that coherently, even if no one understands it, you understand. October 13, 2013. Notes ring ou...
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Untitled | Procrastinated Ruminations
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March 5, 2014. I didn’t actually stop writing, I just haven’t been putting them up here. I’ll put up a few that I like more. Who’s to say what we have done,. What eyes we’ve loved and hated. When all is done and spoken out. Of turn and out of fury. There’s not an answer from the sky. There is no life behind my eyes. It’s gone for now, it can’t be here. The brightness and the dancing was too much and too long. And far too far away. From who I want to be. It doesn’t end, it couldn’t do. The Wonder Years, '...
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March 5, 2014. This city has a heart. Like I don’t. This room has a footstep,. My shoes can’t replace that. The sky has a song in it’s soul. And I don’t have the name or her number. She lives alone in a broken tower. Shards of pots and cracked old tables around her body. A testament to folly. Her laugh makes the ceiling remember it’s purpose. Her smile makes the walls stop shuddering and shaking. Her tears feed the floor so it can’t fall beneath her. The god in the candles around her apartment. Create a ...
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What happens when you sit in bed at 1 in the morning half asleep, fully awake, and need to say that coherently, even if no one understands it, you understand →. October 11, 2013. So alive, full of living. Get you begun, begin forgiving. All of them that came before you,. Yesterday’s heroes, tomorrow’s new. Life inside of empty shells,. Begin again, be whole, be well. This entry was posted in Uncategorized. October 18, 2013 at 1:24 pm. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Those whom I like.