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Tuesday, July 24, 2007

http://ia301133.us.archive.org/0/items/gd82-08-10.sbd.miller.12453.sbeok.shnf/gd82-08-10d1t08_vbr.mp3


Wednesday, June 27, 2007

The world forgetting, by the world forgot.
Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind,
Each pray'r accepted, and each wish resign'd;
Labour and rest, that equal periods keep;
"Obedient slumbers that can wake and weep;"
Desires compos'd, affections ever ev'n,
Tears that delight, and sighs that waft to Heav'n.

 

 


Monday, June 18, 2007

Currently Listening
You Can Play These Songs with Chords
By Death Cab for Cutie
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i dream of sleep

i dream of sleep, in that what i want has no feeling. flirting with a frame of mind that has no consequence; open to the relevance of a new start. but betraying my sanity is nowhere near where i am now; suffice to say, i'm sinking in quicksand; perrfumed with your poison. ignorance is not a new option but has been my secret weapon all along - along with your scrawny letters on a hard-faced book. the past seems to be an open route that i find myself wandering down; i'm walking through a door - but this time i will know it's a window - this time. then there were no matters of reality; no contemplations of existence or humanity, just a baby faced kid and a drugged up mannequin doll alongside him. the summer sun, the winter's breeze - spring brought happiness and fall brought disease.


Friday, June 15, 2007

i've got a fist full of rubber

yes, but the words seem to be irrelevant
now, where we appear to be living
gone, after who knows how long you've
been, how long you've shown that you can last
here, we will never know

you are god. you are everything they want. you are charming; a broken face and scarred wrists. you are generous; bloodied hands and unclenched fists. you are caring; swollen tongue and sharpened teeth. you are loyal; burnt skin and bruised ribs. they lie in your wake soaking in the sun as you grow white.

i've got a fist full of rubber,
a partial state of mind and a praised intuition


karma was thought to have no consistency.
he talked out his head and split it into two,
disproving the vision in which she could see.
consequences seem then to be futile debris.
if only he could bid reality adieu,
perhaps then she could eat her destiny.

surges of instinct
but now they're calming
if you were to hear them
maybe then you would find
insanity.



Monday, May 21, 2007

www.breadmansworld.com/comedyzach.WMV



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