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    Friday, December 12, 2003     3:38 PM

because the poem i am trying to write is plaguing me, i was looking at some older stuff. normally i wouldn't post any of it because i think it's shite but why not?

like a john lennon record
stuck on the word imagine
or a monotonous ticking clock
that's time never changes
i'm in a neverending loop
of false truth
because a hunger for
a tangible realness
is too much
it always has been
a vague something
just out of reach
leaving me only the comfort
of being in love
with your ghost


i guess that isn't so terrible considering i wrote it when i was 16.

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reading...
Tori Amos, Piece by Piece
listening/watching...
The Golden Girls
playing..
KOTOR II
randomness...
In the Waiting Line - Zero Seven
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quote...
"It is time for me to walk the abyss. Time to reclaim my own. I must talk to the Morningstar. I do not have high hopes for the meeting."
-Dream, Sandman