do it any other way.
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
You think that the only truth that matters is that truth can be measured. Good intentions don't count. What's in your heart doesn't count. Caring doesn't count. But a man's life can be measured by how many tears are shed when he dies. Just because you can't measure them, just because you don't wanna measure them, doesn't mean it's not real. And even if I'm wrong, you're still miserable. Did you really think that your life's purpose was to sacrifice yourself and get nothing in return? No...you believe that there is no purpose, to anything, even the lives you save you dismiss. You turn the one decent thing in your life and you taint it, strip it of all meaning. You're miserable for nothing...I don't know why you'd wanna live.
 
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i might be wrong
Friday, March 26, 2010
there's no real explanation as to why there has to be so much outside influence on such a more personal levels. people are impossible to trust, and for one opinion someone else is guaranteed to maintain a stance in the polar opposite. simply not enough time in the sphere of conscience thought to just wonder and wander.

horribly cold the last couple of days. the wind burns and baring the brunt of it is pretty painful. nothing lasts forever though.

i find myself substantially more tired as time goes on, and i don't know why. it's easy enough to find a scapegoat, but maybe just better off not knowing. ignorance isn't the worst evil.

wish there was a way to just care a little bit less.
 
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this is how it goes
Monday, March 8, 2010
things seldom start off the way we think. freudian slip. impossible action. admiration. merely accidental.

then set in motion. beginning. desire. tumultuousness. hatred. obligatory apologetic. understanding. nonchalant. precipice of the end when we may or may not wish to renew what we had because it made us a better person. in that order. it's never anything else. tolerance is a neutral degree where everyone starts. set in motion.
 
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miss it so much
Sunday, February 21, 2010

I miss it so much
No button to touch
No dial to turn
No key to hold

Days turn to nights turn to weeks
Turn paper into rocks into plastic
My material heart
How it keeps us apart
Watching days turn to nights turn to weeks
Turn everything I got into techniques
My mechanical heart
How it tears me apart

I miss it so much
No button to touch
No dial to turn
No key to hold

I miss it so much
No button to touch
No flick of the switch
Hand on my heart

Days turn to nights, turn to weeks,
Turn paper into rocks, into plastic
My material heart
How it keeps us apart
Watching days turn to nights, turn to weeks,
Turn everything I got into techniques
My mechanical heart, how it tears me apart

I miss it so much.
No button to touch
No dial to turn
No key to hold

I miss it so much.
No button to touch,
No flick of the switch,
Hand on my heart

( röyksopp - miss it so much )

 
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tear down the walls
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
at what point does the term 'why' devolve to the statement 'what is wrong with me?'
it doesn't matter. but why?

forgiveness. no reason. none at all. not for this.
 
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the art of suicide
Saturday, December 5, 2009
the more we are forced into any particular happenstance, the more it seems we grow accustomed to that situation occurring and reoccurring to the point where it's too awkward to ever believe we dealt without it.

weather has been changing at an immensely malevolent pace, from the mouth of the sun's flare to the tip of the iceberg; though, i'd much rather have the peace of frost than the pain of heat at any point, no doubt in my mind.

lots of changes. lots of loss. lots of gain. lots of back to where i was. or that's the way it seems. i just want these next two years to be done. done. done.
 
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if you're not here
Sunday, October 25, 2009
If you're not here
I'll hold my own
If you're not here
I guess I'll be alone

I could have gone
you could have stayed
but that's the way it is...
and now i guess it won't be long
before we know
how it all turns out
before we know
what it's all about

I won't make demands of you,
you don't owe me anything
but if you wanna come home to me,
I'll be here.

The choice is solely yours to make.
You're free of ploys and power plays.
And if you wanna be with me, I'll be here

Do you remember when
oh by candlelight
all the hot late nights
and the sweet red wine.
And we dared to say
forever, forever....

I guess that was too much to ask
Maybe that was too much to ask
Forevers too much too ask

( marcie - if you're not here )
 
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