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not sleeping anymore: April 2005
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Friday, April 08, 2005. Posted by d @ 1:42 PM. One neurotic coffee drinker's attempt at problem solving. View my complete profile. New song # 2. Destroying the haiku spirit. The end of the day. The things that i know.
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k2tog since 2000: let's dance
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Kyle, you're finally making an honest woman out of her." - uncle al. There are a few songs that circulate in circles among the elite of song listeners. And among those few songs that circumnavigate the minds of those who can listen. There is one song that some insist on:. You dropped a bomb on me, baby. By the gap band. September 30, 2008 at 10:40 PM. Groove is in the Heart - DeeLite. The song title is "September" and I *think* the artist is Earth, Wind, and Fire. Some swing would be nice. We are kathryn...
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not sleeping anymore: December 2004
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Sunday, December 26, 2004. Visiting my father is like visiting an old friend. The office smells like dental equipment and dental equipment always smells like my dad and the the ladies in scrubs always smile when they say, "Joel, I didn't know you had another daughter! And I am fascinated by the way it always feels the same. I say each and every one of them. No bad words, no mean remarks, no harsh tone of voice, just the truth. Right then and there as his words are slicing and dicing my insides. It's time...
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not sleeping anymore: September 2004
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Sunday, September 26, 2004. Do you believe that if you repeat something, again and again, it will eventually come true? Do you believe that everything psychological is biological- simeltaneously? Do you believe the stars are placed with purpose? Do you believe that one night underneath them can change everything? Do you believe that life needs a soundtrack? Do you believe everything means something, especially nothing? Do you always want what you can't have? Do you ever get it? Do you ever tell secrets?
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not sleeping anymore: November 2004
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Sunday, November 14, 2004. I went for a walk tonight to get a little fresh air, but the air was so cold and wet it stuck to the buildings. I was listening for the sound of crunchy leaves under my shoes but they've turned into soggy cornflakes under the milky white snow. I tried to build a snow ball, but it just seems inappropriate for this time of year. At the end of the night I realized that all in all it was a nice dinner (despite a few obnoxious comments and tense glances). It somehow felt lonley ...
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not sleeping anymore: August 2004
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Monday, August 30, 2004. Posted by d @ 8:16 PM. Wednesday, August 18, 2004. As I go, I count empty seats on the train. Daylight fades quietly, but the night has plenty to say. A man with a big red beard sits down next to me. His shirt is dirty and covered in leaves and. When he sees my guitar, his smile shows a few teeth. He tells me, "I know Aersomith, if I had a car I'd take you with me. We'd listen to electric guitars with a sky full of stars, under the trees.". Posted by d @ 11:49 PM. Or at least the...
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not sleeping anymore: July 2004
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Friday, July 30, 2004. Small pieces of paper. I never write in my journals. They sit on my bookcase next to the books I haven’t read. They lie face down on the shelf beside my bed and get knocked over every time I reach for my glasses. I fret over every shape, line, and letter against the page. I think, but only about nothing. My journals are empty. Posted by d @ 9:18 PM. Wednesday, July 28, 2004. Posted by d @ 1:07 AM. Saturday, July 17, 2004. It's 4 AM and I'm listening to a room full of chain smokers,.
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not sleeping anymore: March 2005
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Friday, March 18, 2005. Posted by d @ 11:50 AM. Sunday, March 06, 2005. And sure you don’t want to hurt me, but you do. The sun is skipping the trees in rhythm, flickering warmth, like your neck on my cheek. the bus driver’s foot is heavy on the gas. it feels like we are moving forward, even on the way back. There’s a girl sitting across from me on the way home tonight. to the right of her face, I see tears on my own reflection. Posted by d @ 11:51 PM. View my complete profile. New song # 2.
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not sleeping anymore: January 2005
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Tuesday, January 18, 2005. 2fingers sliding across guitar strings. 3 lawn mower on a saturday morning. Posted by d @ 9:39 PM. Tuesday, January 04, 2005. My sister's new house has a winding driveway. The cars are twisted around like garland on a Christmas tree. It's the first party she's ever thrown. Aunt Helene, my father's first wife's sister in-law, greets me at the door. She looks me up and down and asks, "Which one is she from? So this is the new year. And I don't feel any different. For self assigne...
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