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Give me your eyes.: The wind that fiercely whirls about, the shower that washes everything away
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Give me your eyes. I get drunk on words. Monday, March 16, 2009. The wind that fiercely whirls about, the shower that washes everything away. There's something about impending storms. Simmering feelings, undefined under my chest close to my heart. I don't know what it is. But it's that feeling you get when the blocked light turns everything a shade of gloomy yellow, and if you raise your hand you touch the ceiling of the sky. You can pull down a cloud you know. And I think: this is when I'm most alive.
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Give me your eyes.: March 2009
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Give me your eyes. I get drunk on words. Monday, March 16, 2009. 5 letters my stalker sent to me. I had originally wanted to write about Yamamoto (from KHR) and his kinship with walls AKA crashing into one while executing his epic katana move (in the most anit-climatic ending to a battle sequence THANK YOU AMANO-SENSEI I DIED LAUGHING WTSSSSS) but. For Ommie, I’m such a slow bastard. 8220;Basically, I wished that you loved me. I wished that you needed me. I wished that without me your heart would break,.
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Give me your eyes.: Road Run
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Give me your eyes. I get drunk on words. Monday, March 16, 2009. Yesterday i saw a rainbow. It was big, a huge arch hung high up, a bridge or maybe a divider between two pictures- dark rolling clouds with rain and bright cerulean against the sunset. And right down the middle, it was like walking between dimensions, like you could draw a line in the sky and no one would be able to tell that both sides were actually connected to each other. Anyway, it was a school road run. Later, i saw the rainbow.
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Give me your eyes.: January 2010
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Give me your eyes. I get drunk on words. Wednesday, January 13, 2010. I woke up to a wrinkled brain. Remember those old idioms our teachers used to tell us,. Aim for the moon and even if you miss you'll land among the stars',. Of results, results, A's, and maybe, just maybe if they had time. A moral or two? Recall the teachers who didn't do it anyway. Listen to my breath, your life, it's going to stretch far far ahead-. Do you remember when we laughed and said ‘one day’. My house, your house. Eye bleedin...
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Give me your eyes.: 5 letters my stalker sent to me
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Give me your eyes. I get drunk on words. Monday, March 16, 2009. 5 letters my stalker sent to me. I had originally wanted to write about Yamamoto (from KHR) and his kinship with walls AKA crashing into one while executing his epic katana move (in the most anit-climatic ending to a battle sequence THANK YOU AMANO-SENSEI I DIED LAUGHING WTSSSSS) but. For Ommie, I’m such a slow bastard. 8220;Basically, I wished that you loved me. I wished that you needed me. I wished that without me your heart would break,.
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Give me your eyes.: The Rules of Writing
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Give me your eyes. I get drunk on words. Monday, March 16, 2009. The Rules of Writing. 1 don’t write shit. 2 don’t even THINK about writing shit. 3 if you write shit, i will find you, and stalk you, and force feed you with your own words. And you will spout nothing but purple prose and no one will ever understand you. And they will get pissed because it takes you five minutes to describe that cheeseburger you want at macdonalds during lunch hour. And then I’d commit seppuku. What i write is nothing.
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Give me your eyes.: OLD
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Give me your eyes. I get drunk on words. Monday, March 16, 2009. OLD LIKE WOAH. SHITY LIKE WOAH. There was a broken piano at the corner of the room. And that wasn't the only thing that was in pieces. Casting a look around, i wondered how whoever stayed here actually managed to live in this room. For the life of me, i couldn't figure out HOW, let alone WHY or WHAT was i doing in somebody else's room. Somebody whom i definitely didn't know. It was funny how everything seemed so familiar. There was a thick ...
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Give me your eyes.: And
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Give me your eyes. I get drunk on words. Tuesday, August 4, 2009. In some of my dreams, I am failing. This is the nightmare:. What i write is nothing. Eye bleeding may and will occur. Sometimes rated. Don't take. Don't read. It kills my ego. I am I exist. You really don't want to know. Once upon a time.
