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[Apr. 29th, 2006|11:56 am] |
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[Aug. 2nd, 2005|12:12 pm] |
hello my love... heavy typers surround me
pokeing.. no pounding their keyboards
i love you my dear
short skirt and all
all my love and ever else ass i can begin to... may i maybe
oh dear well
love,
adam |
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[Jul. 28th, 2005|01:30 pm] |
dear steve,
i dont know what to say on this thing.
i feel like vomit is coating the keyboard.
writters block?
maybe... more like (((re-evaluating the experience...
((re-designing the coming the going the useless from the useful
((re-electing body areas most suitable for the placment of alien heartache
((moist electronic lips burning my reciever
you are the burn and peel
i am now to pretend
to exist
in arizona
but i do not
fullfill
my own expectations
unless i am expecting
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[Jul. 14th, 2005|07:24 pm] |
harty writting gushy girl. god how i wish i hadnt let you leave this morning. how i wish i hadnt left myself on the 17th.
the room is smooth with get around ya and attention swollen young lips moving in directions even they cant explain. i, the neurosis, my heart of light museings and channel broken network signals... children and accents sharp to georgia or ken-tuk-ay.
goodbye farewell (( if i could crease the amount of "take good care, it was beautiful to have met you"'s I have spit onto others within the past couple days.
those who hate and condem and fear are subcombing to this programmed dialect of my departure. how amuseing honestly. in the running threads that mop the floors... i am actually so fond of the nothing (tears make a great excuse for sunglasses). why the trip and wonder upon my vulnerable... pre- post- manic spiritual innosence to beg for one split second of Fare Well Being.. on forth into the absent...
how pleasent. change is the soup we've been washing ourselves with.. and the air thats pumped into our homes.
i am desperate.. i told you last night. one too many simple ways of spelling it.
you understand...
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[Jul. 14th, 2005|09:47 am] |
this is all i want right now.
to devote as much as i can to you sweetheart.
because, well quite honestly... what would be better than that?
i mean.. when it comes to what's taking place.
i cryed today too.
but i also grinned at the idea of what took place between 2 and 6 am...
I love you |
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