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poetic?: June 2010
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This is pretty much it. A bunch of postings composed of poems, stories, drawings, songs and yes . my random thoughts. Tuesday, June 15, 2010. The Girl From Ipanema. Tall and tan and young and lovely. So here I am again after all this time. Ha, 18 and I feel like I've woken up finally for the first time only to realize that I've royally fucked myself for the last three years. High school. What the hell was I thinking? No she doesn't see. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Belle phénomène n' est pas? Stare into t...
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poetic?: The Girl From Ipanema
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This is pretty much it. A bunch of postings composed of poems, stories, drawings, songs and yes . my random thoughts. Tuesday, June 15, 2010. The Girl From Ipanema. Tall and tan and young and lovely. So here I am again after all this time. Ha, 18 and I feel like I've woken up finally for the first time only to realize that I've royally fucked myself for the last three years. High school. What the hell was I thinking? No she doesn't see. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Belle phénomène n' est pas?
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...never mind...: May 2007
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Wednesday, May 23, 2007. That's right, I went pen emo again and scribbled all over me arm at work today. Here is a slightly more legible version of what is currently attacking my arm. I'm so boooooored. Yes, it needed the extra o's. Sitting here at "work," although there really isn't that much to do.damn. Fuck, now it's gone sideways! It's quite difficult to write on one's own arm. Now it's upside down again. *cracks neck* Ow.I really want something to eat, my dinner was icky. OH GOD! Yes, that was a w.
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...never mind...: Whatever comes into my mind
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Saturday, March 24, 2007. Whatever comes into my mind. Why can't I write in the text box? Oh, there we go. Wow, screams in the background. Hopefully from a TV show. I hear Steph talking, but too quietly, so I can't understand. That's all I understand. Wow, the people are speaking in Scottish! Mushrooms, says the music note. Shit, I'm out of tea. The webcam light is blue! Now I hear tapping coming from Steph.tap.tap.tap. Steph is now singing an incomprehensible song. Sings* All you need is love. I think I...
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...never mind...: Awkward...
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Monday, March 19, 2007. Well, that was one awkward day. Although only people from school would understand, and I hope to god that none of them ever read this blog, seeing as they are incredibly lame. Anywho, it seems that my friend Cayleigh had a crush on me. Kind of like me and Kim, but much more awkward. Oh well. Not too much else happened.swashbuckle.now that's got me thinking.*looks up in dictionary*. A swaggering swordsman, soldier, or adventurer; daredevil. March 19, 2007 at 3:41 PM. March 20, 2007...
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Poetry? Into The Light...: September 2007
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Emotion is beautiful. The greatness and the downfall of humanity. Saturday, September 29, 2007. Excerpt from my blog:. I said we would speak of how long ago. We stood at night laughing and crying. And tried to catch the moon in a net. I am afraid and I feel it is right. To be in a state, fighting until death,. I washed her in my tears. If wishing damns us, she and I. Are damned to all our heart's content. As lamps burned silent. With unconscious light,. Locked in a child's haunted world.
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poetic?: July 2008
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This is pretty much it. A bunch of postings composed of poems, stories, drawings, songs and yes . my random thoughts. Friday, July 18, 2008. I never lost control. You're face to face with the man who sold the world. Time started: 3:01 pm. Time of awakening: 12:07pm. Weather: Stormy, it's becoming a usual. Music: The Night Pat Murphy Died - Great Big Sea. Mood: Cheery, but because of the music I kinda feel like getting mass Irish drunk and dancing on the tables. An anarchist somewhere is ready to awake,.
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poetic?: November 2008
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This is pretty much it. A bunch of postings composed of poems, stories, drawings, songs and yes . my random thoughts. Monday, November 24, 2008. Music:Hard Road - Sam Roberts. Period: 2 - Social Studies. Current Thoughts: Where is that girl? She certainly is taking her time in there. Oh well, her loss, I'm done my portion. And part of hers. Funny how that works. I wonder if you notice,. I wonder if you care. Can you see my lack of focus? Now that you're not here? Do you even miss me? Am I so transparent?
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poetic?: May 2008
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This is pretty much it. A bunch of postings composed of poems, stories, drawings, songs and yes . my random thoughts. Tuesday, May 13, 2008. Love is like the cruel winds of winter. Stealing your faltering breaths. Stinging your soul with it's memory. Still you cling to it. Picking up the shards from the floor. Wincing as they stab you again. Only to try and piece them back together. Nothing will save you from it. It will come on angels wings. Smile and draw you near with it's fallacy. Was it worth it?
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poetic?: August 2008
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This is pretty much it. A bunch of postings composed of poems, stories, drawings, songs and yes . my random thoughts. Monday, August 11, 2008. Her Name Is Stella. Her name is Stella, and she calls to me. I started hearing her four years ago after my accident. She never spoke her name, but somehow I was certain she was called Stella; so that's who I thought of her as. My name is Gregory Slom, Greg for short. I am twenty-four years old, and a medical miracle. I am also terrified of heights. The island was&...
