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Sand. So much sand, and then... Water. Water. This was where we met. His voice was as intimate as the rustle of sheets, as infinitely reaching as the black and blue and orange and yellow sunrise, and as deep as night. I could feel the words floating through the shadow, supported by a quiet guitar. Meek. His lips sang poetry, moist, dreaming poetry. And I saw him. Hair lapped at his cheekbones, curled outward-bound. His eyes glowed with a silk maroon. He wore a softly striped shirt of white, lime, pink, and a pair of torn cargos. His feet were bare, rough. A worn acoustic

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Music forPiece I
My life may begin anywhere   within the first five seconds.
Silence.   Ahh.   Silence.   Again.
The one thing you must know about my life is that it is being controlled by   Chance!   operations. Don't believe me?
Piece II
A single note appears in my adolescence. Nothing more.   And at the very end,   I change.   Fast! nothing more.
Interlude I
Low and high.
Piece III
Initial silence in my adulth Music for
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don't let me fade awayand you told me you loved me when we left our clothes on your basement floor, that night when your fingers found their place in my brittle ribs; and we laughed at how we finally found what we were looking for -
girls open their legs easier then they open their hearts don't let me fade away
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Nightmares One

That a bald headed man is decapitating me on a sidewalk.

That I am raping a girl in Converse.
That the girl in Converse is raping me.
That her hair is like cotton candy and her fingers are barb wire.
That the world has turned as violet as my veins.
That I am run over by a Landrover.
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It is white.

The world is a dirty, dark, beautiful white.
Her skin is a dirty, dark beautiful white and it rubs off on my limbs.
Her skin is a cocaine tone.

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Haha, EMO.

Wed Aug 5, 2009, 2:18 AM

My last journal entry was extremely emo and pointless.
Thus, it has been replaced with this, which is happier, AND more important!

I have just posted a new story. Go check it out, it's called "Music for". I liked it; I wanted to write something music-inspired again, and that song popped out at me as being quite a bit of inspiration. Though I haven't played the whole thing through yet, myself.

This is all. You have been dismissed, children.

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