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what i became - war is overa last vision
a count down a feeling of utter negligence and disrespect.
(the dead lay there) (awake)
you can't make me safely crawl away from my own place
lost in a hall of mirrors so many reflections of things i've never lived. layer under layer of a made up reality and stories for children to sleep (lullabies never sung) (portraits of a lost cause) what i became - war is over
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king against the walloh just break me down it doesn't matter what you want you just want to find to pull it out.
boxes full of a made up world empty streets filled with garbage collected over the years (just a solid requiem for one's dream)
still photographs inside bars and bus stops places i've never been (strangers i never saw before)
paper cups for coffees we never drank imaginary streets
where no one would ever set foot king against the wall
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last day on earthlet me see your face (i can't see you) another last time.
in that old house where i was told you were born.
all those days - dead or alive (it didn't matter to just get by) trying to last just one more round of drinks
and your shy eyes were so anxious to know what could be done to change the story that have been told
nothing left to do but wait for it to sink (and take all memories within) last day on earth
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so there's a way to forgetshe silently raised her head and found with her hand the clock by the bedstand.
with cold fingers from a sleepless night she saw the dim numbers - ghost like symbols that signaled her cue to get out.
on the shower hot water drops over tired skin her body, like a mannequin, touching every place seeking a hidden spot where all could be buried - where all could be forgotten.
cold clothes against a boiling soul.
unlocking the door a quick sight a portrait of a happy family and a queer looking do so there's a way to forget
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From the Journal of a CynicHe held her hand in the shadows, in a nanosecond of half-crazed lust. She didn't notice, or if she did she attributed it to cheap champagne and a dash of almost evaporated romantic idealism.

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unrelated fragments of an upside down reality

Sat Nov 28, 2009, 11:36 AM

old songs (songs from my own dark age) playing on itunes.
a bottle of wine (from same winery that we used to make jokes about a few years ago because it has a funny name) and a glass full of ice.
an empty fridge except for condiments and coke and water and booze and a couple of things to make sandwiches.
many packs of cigarettes lying, apparently, everywhere.
a huge pile of clothes to wash.

yeah.
i miss the comfort of not being single.
in fact, i miss the comfort of not living alone.

freedom isn't for free anymore.

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