Wednesday, January 30, 2008
Sunday, January 27, 2008
what the fuck were you thinking when you wrote the pros and cons of breathing?
hey ol' blue eyes, do you remember the old times?
sometimes i lay in bed late at night, dreaming everything is okay but then i wake up and know everything isn't okay.
remember when vhs tapes first came out and everyone fell in love with the rewind button? i wish that would happen with life. stop.rewind.stop.play again. when i was little i would be a rebel and rip off the "be kind rewind" stickers off the blockbuster tapes. i guess i felt cool.
i think its pretty insane that i can eat ice cream in the middle of winter and not get cold. i'm trying to air out my dirty laundry, letting it hang out on the line. its been a year, things have come and gone. fucked up a few times but moved on. out with the old, in with the new. maybe i should i have written this a few weeks ago and maybe it would have more of a meaning than it does right now. my brain is swirling around like a cyclone, can't stop thinking. what ifs, what weres.
i don't know why but this dude is pretty fucking amazing.
sometimes i lay in bed late at night, dreaming everything is okay but then i wake up and know everything isn't okay.
remember when vhs tapes first came out and everyone fell in love with the rewind button? i wish that would happen with life. stop.rewind.stop.play again. when i was little i would be a rebel and rip off the "be kind rewind" stickers off the blockbuster tapes. i guess i felt cool.
i think its pretty insane that i can eat ice cream in the middle of winter and not get cold. i'm trying to air out my dirty laundry, letting it hang out on the line. its been a year, things have come and gone. fucked up a few times but moved on. out with the old, in with the new. maybe i should i have written this a few weeks ago and maybe it would have more of a meaning than it does right now. my brain is swirling around like a cyclone, can't stop thinking. what ifs, what weres.
i don't know why but this dude is pretty fucking amazing.
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