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Tuesday, March 20, 2007

the illusory quality of.

spinning: sing for absolution by muse.

What's in a fling?
carnal pleasures.
how about love?
Love?

I NEVER LOVED THEE!
never, never, never, never, never.

Fall, and cease.

She, she couldn't draw any breath from his body.




11:20 PM

Saturday, March 17, 2007

"He who loves the more is the inferior and must suffer."

spinning: it's not over by secondhand serenade.

She loved him so much that, where her heart should have been, she could only feel an aching breathlessness, a cavity which he alone could fill. A complicated pain, made up of jealousy and a despairing sense of loss and personal unworthiness, of a fear that her angel was being corrupted and another, deeper fear, which her conscious mind refused to formulate, a fear that there wasn't much further corruption to be done, that the angel was not as angelic as her love had made her assume.




12:56 AM

Monday, March 12, 2007

the hand that feeds.

spinning: happy birthday by the birthday massacre.

My dear,
The only problem with fucking with someone as twisted as yourself IS fucking with someone as twisted as yourself.




11:42 PM

Friday, March 09, 2007

the beat that my heart skipped.

spinning: don't cry by guns n roses.

Do we both have that much pride, or am I just another one of your fleeting art pieces? The one with thin crossed lines and quick splashes of paint perhaps? Why am I psychotically piling on the fantasies despite each wave of the cold realization of what cannot be? Hasn't reality already sunk them? Why play games with my own mind? Time to get rid of this foolish foolish infatuation. You're in my thoughts at the break of both dawn and dusk, blurring the line between what's real and what's not within the labyrinth of my heart. Maybe painting you into prose may bleed you out of my veins. So long.




11:17 PM

Sunday, March 04, 2007

plastic surgery slumber party.

spinning: le disko by shiny toy guns.












Highlights/Comments/Complaints:

1.DXO drinks are fucking diluted.

2.DJ could be better.

3.The fight that almost took place between our group and (of all people), the SR soccer alumni boys.

4.All the ironic drama between shane and mudd.

5.CY giving out hickies to a girl in the club before realizing she isn't straight!

6.Taking photos in the middle of the road and making all the cars stop for us.

7.All the (fake) gay romps back in the hotel room.

8.Downing a gigantic gulp of vodka(on the rocks wtf) from shane's(bastard) mineral bottle after assuring me it was water and burning my throat as a result!

9.Being shit tired but still learning how to decipher strumming patterns from egan and shane.

10.CY being slightly tipsy and hence displaying all his theatrical antics.

11.Me choking on cigarette smoke (really badly) when I went into the bathroom to pee.

12. Seven or eight of us not brushing our teeth and sharing a bed to sleep hahahaha.




8:07 PM