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[Friday
May 15th, 2009
7:53pm] |
I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till i drop. This is the night, what it does to you. I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion.
—Jack Kerouac
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[Thursday
October 23rd, 2008
10:19pm] |
"The garden was combing her hair and putting on her earrings. The house was full of dancing creatures, not male, not female but both, two lovers in one body. The books downstairs were reciting their poetry to each other, rubbing together, whispering through their leather covers. Wine was flowing through the water pipes.
You caught my heart in your hands like a leaping fish"
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[Monday
September 22nd, 2008
11:46pm] |
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[Friday
July 11th, 2008
10:17pm] |
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[Saturday
July 5th, 2008
11:44pm] |
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[Monday
June 16th, 2008
7:29pm] |
Customer: “… Uggghhh!”
Me: “What happened?”
Customer: “Well, I’ll be honest. It’s adding my porn.”
Me: *silence* “Oh….”
Customer: “Please make it stop! I don’t want porn on my iPod!”
Me: “Click the little X near the top.”
Customer: “Okay, it stopped.”
Me: “Try adding the My Music folder again.”
Customer: “It’s doing it again! Oh God!”
Me: “Okay, uh… let’s just move it from your My Music folder to a new folder in My Documents.”
Customer: “Okay, I’ll do that.”
(few seconds of silence pass while he moves the files)
Customer: “Oh, man. It’s gonna take 24 minutes for all the files to move.”
Me: “Twenty-four minutes? Are you sure?!”
Customer: “Yes, I’m sure.”
(I show him how to do some other unrelated action while the porn is moved)
Customer: “Alright, great. Now that we’re done concealing my shame….”
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[Monday
June 2nd, 2008
4:09pm] |
when you look at this picture closely you see its Albert Einstein.
but if you stand 15 feet away,it will become Marilyn Monroe.
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[Monday
June 2nd, 2008
9:58am] |
one last curtain call
the first hit is always the harshest. and you always saved it for me.
deeply set wounds- so deep no one can see them.
these things are interchangeable. these words are meaningless. forget them.
i see shadows moving towards me.
i see ghosts out of the corners of my eyes. and they all have your face. mistaken me for someone else. mistaken this place for somewhere special. some impregnable force lacing the moment - trapping me inside it- closing in from all sides i pace in wait. hope that you don't forget.
and you ask me laughing
crushed in velvet flowers.
.......what was your name again?
your eyes are like petals.
i picture you in a casket- i put my hand on your forehead and startle that it's still warm.
i stumble through the syllables. inflections in my voice gave way for dubious interpretation.
and you ask me
why are you so sad?
you are so grey.
and i answer you breathless- i don't know.
i've always been this way.
blue in you. in this place - this moment.
and it was the wrong one.
chuckling at the irony sipping your wine
swirling it around in your
sinners mouth
i can't force it so i don't. and you stand back. mystified.
you couldn't fake that concerned look
in your eyes
and it lasted just a moment in time.
i trashed this town - it was too much
i put the last of my change in this
city's cup.
so the violet glitter rains down like in a dream and it stings. and when i close my eyes i can't breathe i've forgotten
every fucking thing
and when i open them you're gone.
you took your ghosts
and shadows with you.
and i'd say good riddance if i
didn't miss you.
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[Friday
May 9th, 2008
12:45am] |
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I believe that everything happens for a reason. People change so that you can learn to let go. Things go wrong so that you appreciate them when they go right. You believe lies so you eventually learn to trust no one but yourself, and sometimes good things fall apart, so that better things can fall together.
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[Thursday
May 8th, 2008
11:07am] |
osiris saw this image on the lever to open the trunk to my car. i guess he thought the open trunk was a spoiler because he told me that car was lightening mcqueen.
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[Wednesday
March 5th, 2008
10:07pm] |
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i'll be your mirror
reflect what you are, in case you don't know
i'll be the wind, the rain and the sunset
the light on your door to show that you're home
when you think the night has seen your mind
that inside you're twisted and unkind
let me stand to show that you are blind
please put down your hands
'cause i see you
i find it hard to believe you don't know
the beauty you are
but if you don't let me be your eyes
a hand in your darkness, so you won't be afraid
when you think the night has seen your mind
that inside you're twisted and unkind
let me stand to show that you are blind
please put down your hands
'cause i see you
i'll be your mirror
(reflect what you are)
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[Thursday
September 20th, 2007
12:06am] |
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i chose and my world was shaken.
so what?
the choice may have been a mistake but the choosing was not.
you have to move on.
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[Sunday
September 16th, 2007
4:40pm] |
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"How can a woman be expected to be happy with a man who insists on treating her as if she were a perfectly normal human being?"
-Oscar Wilde
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