Here is my life which exists on paper. A new day, an old page. Enjoy.
08 April 2009
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- Men and Women
- It Has Been Said That
- To Cure the Soul
- But Those Who Have A Penis
- I Am Afraid of Men
- Tabernacle Walrus
- What Does It Mean When
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- Hope & Happiness Are Cancerous
- The Fault Was At Large
- I Liked It Better When There Was No Sun
- Wonderous Iron Rapture
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- I Will Become
- Let's Think Back Now
- Curiosity.
- Moving Furniture
- I Like to Drown Drown Drown
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1 comment:
28 May 2007
a bit more collected I am.
actions can say more
words are too abstract
ambiguous
everything even my thoughts are dead silent
there are periods of reading
writing
drawing
listening to music
creating music?
out of focus
I'm sorry. I tried.
I never will again.
at least I owned up.
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