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[08 Oct 2009|07:23pm] [ mood | subwaymagicians ] [ music | earlywhitney ] soo dead but dead things dont stop shifting and morphing so any way here it is- finally settling and simultaneously raining with a waning moon hiding tonight, blood relative stress, and past unnamed connections dropping in are a jolt but left behind are some artifacts and kombucha tea brewing with a flowered patterned design from my ghost like brush with a small mountain town and members of that old-named village were staying below my lineage. left me a drawing of an angel, another question like the drawing hanging in my closet. first night i grabbed a handful of photos from a wooden chest- no premeditation, no looking, and even after hesitation i removed packets of old photos, and they were all of the person sitting in my kitchen after countless months of it settling like the ocean. in and out with different frequencies. i'm patient and the psychic egg theme and the back alley ways :: here catch, no more living solo varying numbers of roommates ... an accordian player my landlord gave a happy nod too and the whistler invisible too many people move too close but i still smile and it slowly comes together and i say yessss and yeah no more wasting it on that but i miss the stretching fields opposite of west still still it sucks it rules i see magicians all the time and the wind pipe player sells newspapers in a brown painted shack always half smiling or some other face wearing player passes by i gave the guy the quarter without the d and if you pleaseeeeee dont say cheese! ash galaxies and the cosmo kramer followings... walking up together in apart meants meant to be apart but we're positive and negative magnets; ( sea to see antsy glow spray paint eats foam double drum i'm set ) get lucky?

[04 May 2009|12:20pm] weekend waves it's too fast to explain the way time slows down in every frame and all this residue, if i could explain i.......................... get lucky?

[27 Apr 2009|05:21pm] fuck landlords open doors rainy daze policy stairs climb glass hall ways weigh it out don't wait it out sandwiched between layers and clouds concrete breathing swallowing ink forests unfold as sound soaking sponges the double days together unfold into music unfold fold andddd almost conclude get lucky?

[08 Apr 2009|01:39am] in the park together, burning our lungs at school, burning time and money, maybe making something people talk, mouths move, words fall out, i kick them around dirt & the ground, sunlight & clouds, a friend from my hometown "dont have to be sad all the time" avoid the landlord, avoid the bank, avoid the police.....i finally met a nice one, we talked about the neccesity of a paradigm shift.... who knows procrastinatiing forever... this summer, east to west, time to disappear 2 play again. get lucky?

[07 Feb 2009|06:44pm] ( think or don;t ) 1 play again. get lucky?

[28 Jan 2009|06:04pm] holy shit! 4 play again. get lucky?

you know the world doesnt owe you this [13 Jan 2009|05:51pm] [ mood | so are you! ] [ music | youre emo ] going to go to guitar ce nter to play the banjo. there s nothing else but the cold outside and my slowly warping hands, heavy air around here, you know the word for this get lucky?

[05 Jan 2009|07:36am] love it all. head south tonight. 2 play again. get lucky?

[28 Dec 2008|10:00pm] too many of our pictures are taken through fences throwit al l out and open the window get lucky?

modset mouse lyrics [03 Dec 2008|11:45am] [ music | no point to this or any post ever! ] you will come down soon too you will come down too soon soon enough you will come down come down i had a drink the other day opinions were like kittens i was giving them away i had a lot to say and i said you will come down soon too you will come down too soon you will come down soon too soon enough you will come down come down youll come down come down 2 play again. get lucky?

breathe in the water when we can [15 Jul 2008|10:44pm] [ mood | east coast ] [ music | archers of loaf ] ( stagnant time trap all that grows is mold it's all news its old ) get lucky?

shit shot down so you talk talk for it [09 Jul 2008|11:24pm] [ mood | win win win ] [ music | boredums ] wake up early &ride bikes through sleepysuburbia ( massachusetts ) 3 play again. get lucky?

[11 Dec 2007|10:11pm] 300/30=100 30 miles an hour, it would take 100 hours to get to the coast...............\ from montana to the pacific. landlocked in chicago. verbal assault salt a grain started to rain pounded down swish swoosh slap the street purple bags not a black eye drained scene outside window pane crack the glass broke the skin something sometime whatever wherever the five to fifteen taking the train down the line vocabulary confined words are constrained attempts to break up already dissolved broken down fuck faltering thoughts way too close back off sitting on white thinking about moving closer moved as far as possible wonder what? 28,000 fucking far you calculated it denied it who did it? the other one did the convincing. measuring the distance between dawn dusting ashes burned paper down feel the fire fingertips that traced a spine same person stole it stared at closed eyes kissed them in sleep woke up to them staring talked into believing conceiving some dreams when sleeping besides whispering the calm that came after hands stumbled to find something to grasp raspy breath consistently intangible put a label on something in the stages of sprouting grew so fast chopped it down severed it's roots limbs tangled into themselves twitching to sleep mumble words under the sheets not even 1/2 awake unless sleeping never existed wakeupwakeupwakeup knocked down my guard built it around you the sides intertwined stretched across states hung my head as i walked around after you knocked me the fuck down and it's something like i don't even care there are things that are webbing all around here i'm down it's just that pull of that tug in my brain that you left without even explaining. it's cool. i'm happy. thanks. 16 play again. get lucky?

[14 Dec 2003|05:38pm] [ mood | summeredit'd ] [ music | MUZIK IS KEWL!! ] this shit's friends only. comment or something, i guess? SWEET. 76 play again. get lucky?

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