Recent Entries

• it aint you, but it’ll do

  August 24, 2007

  late august. we stood there with our hands in our pockets, trembling fingers and sweaty foreheads burning under the cities' skyline. the sun was stretching itself across buildings, i could smell the steam rising off of the asphalt and i could hear the trees trying their damned to sway. it's too s...

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• untitled project about vaginas.

  August 11, 2007

  Melody likes it laying on her back. She senses a small puddle of sweat form just underneath where her bra is tightly clacked. It's making the sheets stick to her skin. "I'm doing this for you, Mel" Gary whispers, his voice sounding as rusty as his hands feel. "Just be still." ...

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• And that’s how I choose to remember it

  September 24, 2006

  For whom it may concern, This should be the last time I write you.Our relationship, if you could ever call it that was turbulent to say the least. I remember little parts of it, I try to forget the embarassing stuff, I try to relive the great things in my head but what usually sticks…

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• yes

  August 3, 2006

  i have to write because my diary is about to be permanetly deleted

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• denial in a trial by fire

  August 14, 2005

    it seems lately, every argument i have with someone relevent in my life is just a carbon version of itself, faxed and copied and filed away for the next week. do we ever hear ourselves? i feel like i'm breathing scripts and reciting lines to situations that for most of the time, i like&hel...

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• confection sugar.

  August 10, 2005

    when his lips met mine, i was still. my dress flaunting bare knees confection sugar lying where his fingers grazed, recklessly picking at my skin he liked his chamomile tea with honey his coffee half and half & his women tarty & sweet. & inbetween his teeth were torn plaid piec...

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• there’s no security payment for travel happiness.

  August 8, 2005

    Los angeles is like this thick peanut butter spread out on a whole wheat city that growing up in new york i just can't fucking relate too. we're just not used to that much space. We're so busy cramming ourselves in studio apartments in overpopulated buildings and wrestling with our neighbo...

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• surviving the quiet.

  July 30, 2005

    I've done a huge unjustice to this journal over the years. Abandoning it and reclaiming it on a repeat basis for sometime and on my end that's sort of a failure seeing as it has been the only one I can seem to keep going. Aesthetically, I've enjoyed my livejournal but I have this…

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• i’m engaged

  January 25, 2005

      gotcha.

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