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That's my real job you know... I'm a billboard guy.: I remember those nights
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That's my real job you know. I'm a billboard guy. Sunday, December 8, 2013. I remember those nights. That was back when you were still here, and I want to let you know that the void still hasn't been filled. You were my best friend, you were there for me, you were almost a part of me. You will be back. But that day. The day that you will be back. It seems a lot longer away then it actually is. I just need to know, do you remember? Are your memories of us as vivid as mine? January 10, 2014 at 2:23 AM.
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That's my real job you know... I'm a billboard guy.: October 2013
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That's my real job you know. I'm a billboard guy. Sunday, October 20, 2013. Tides of the moon. Ever since I was just a lad, I've looked up into the sky at night and wondered, "Why is that moon there? It does illuminate the night sky to an extent, but what am I doing while it's lighting up the night sky? Oh yah, I'm sleeping. Apparently it affects the way the tide does its business splashing on the beach. Does that really have a profound effect on life? Enough with the moon bashing though. Thank you, moon.
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That's my real job you know... I'm a billboard guy.: How to not care
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That's my real job you know. I'm a billboard guy. Sunday, November 24, 2013. How to not care. November 24, 2013 at 10:27 PM. And for this, thank you a million and ten. You my friend, are incredible. Im still workin on this.but Im getting there. And this definitely helped. Love you, and thanks. December 1, 2013 at 2:02 PM. The secret to life is to not care. February 13, 2014 at 10:14 PM. I want to live this. March 27, 2014 at 7:34 PM. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Coughing up all my dreams".
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That's my real job you know... I'm a billboard guy.: Nostalgia
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That's my real job you know. I'm a billboard guy. Sunday, November 24, 2013. I was the hero of my story. I had my stick. My sword, I had my sword sheathed on my back. I had endured many tests and trials to prove myself a true hero. I finally proved worthy to wield the sacred sword. The sword that can fell evil with one swift stroke. My journey through my backyard. My journey through the 5 countries on the continent plunged into darkness. I fought my way through countless armies. I entered the tree farm.
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Blue October : Love. Life. Answers.
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I've decided I'd rather be here than where he is." - v. Sunday, December 8, 2013. Love Life. Answers. Letters to write. Keep people alive. Open when: you're feeling sad. Open when: you need to remember why I love you. Open when: you can't stop laughing. Open when: you're need to make someone smile. Open when: you need an idea for a fancy date. Open when: you get your first kiss. Open when: you're engaged. Open when: you have your first baby. Open when: your daughter has her first heart break. These thing...
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That's my real job you know... I'm a billboard guy.: August 2013
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That's my real job you know. I'm a billboard guy. Thursday, August 29, 2013. Ben Cooper is a most excellent musician I decided to go off of for my blog. He is my main inspiration for taking this class. He really has a way with his words and is very poetic. It got me into poetry and going to the poetry nights like speak for yourself. In this class I really look forward to increasing my ability to write creatively and to get better at writing poetry. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Coughing up all my dreams".
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That's my real job you know... I'm a billboard guy.: The forgotten miner
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That's my real job you know. I'm a billboard guy. Sunday, December 1, 2013. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Coughing up all my dreams". Parallax: The Inner-Thought Dialogues. RUSTY SOULS AND NAKED HEARTS. I Remember Hating Nostalgia. (the remix). I remember those nights. I thought I had stitched the scars shut, permanent. View my complete profile. Awesome Inc. template. Powered by Blogger.
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That's my real job you know... I'm a billboard guy.: January 2014
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That's my real job you know. I'm a billboard guy. Thursday, January 9, 2014. I never really wanted to go on a mission. How could I go out and preach something that I don't believe in? My brother is out doing it. Why shouldn't I go? The day my brother left is the day that my life really started. It crushed me into thinking for myself and I soon began to doubt everything I was brainwashed into believing. I need an escape. I need an escape from the heavy expectations of a religious family.
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Jacque Pierce: Repossessed Hope
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Take Only Photos, Steal Only Time, Leave Only Footprints. Friday, December 13, 2013. Emptiness and bitterness are trapped inside these eyes. Eyes of blue sky. Tainted by darkness of demons of the past. Everyone seems to be staring. The ache in my chest is almost unbearable. I look at these painted walls. Nothing stands out to me. It is all mon. The demons are trying to break free. Clawing at my heart. Yet thoughts are constant. Make them all go away. Make the voices disappear. Just make it stop. Painting...
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Elizabeth Woolridge Grant: I remember
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Young and Gettin it. Sunday, January 5, 2014. I remember thinking birds and bees were just birds and bees. And screwing was a toolbox term. I remember when your name use to come up on my phone. Lying in that hotel room on the right bedside and you smelled of oak. I remember my recess lady Mrs. O. She was so scary and always looked like a man. I remember Breaking your heart. Crying so hard on that staircase. Longer and harder than ever. How embarrassing I cried that hard for you. Pluto should be a planet.
