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| remind me why i try.
i feel like i could give you 100 reasons why i shouldn't.
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| i am now reading "survivor" by chuck palahniuk.
i regret not doing more things with my photography, but perhaps i will be out there taking more pictures now. i should really invest in a flickr, too.
i think i'm going to try to bring my camera with me more places in general. i've put baby in the corner for a while now (baby is his name).
expect a poem of epic proportions like today or some shit.
i might try and go to a poetry slam, i think. i might possibly try to read something of mine.
also, i am very proud say that fencing is working out fantastically. i love every second of it, even when i lose because i get to move and i have a lot of pent up energy to burn. in fact, today i had to miss school because i was unable to get out of bed because my muscles were so sore. i've been running two miles every tuesday and i intend to increase that.
i might have to drop math class. i just can't do math.
my new glasses are bright purple.
edit: i took the poem down because it was a piece of shit. i think i'm going to edit it and work on it some more and have it up by sunday.
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| if i punched you in the face, would you pay attention to me?
clearly the bag of flaming emotions on your doorstep wasn't enough.
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| i swear to god if you forget who i am,
then i'm just going to fucking lose it.
edit: dammit.
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| i fell in love with bitter, angry muscle
hard face, clenched fists with pissy red joints
i force my tongue up against gritted teeth
thin lips pressed together
pickled heart dripping vinegar who are you
and what have you done with
my dream who are you
and what have you done with
my dream
sometimes i get really sad because i remember who i thought you were and compare it to who you really are and i realize how terribly those two concepts clash;
you were a dying breed, the last tragic hero to ever walk the earth, but somehow somehow i realized that you are no better than the forces of evil that had for so long tried to make you fall
i wish for only a day you could see through my eyes the filth you are letting yourself become
please god turn this hurricane of lies
into butterflies
please god turn these lies
into
butterflies.
amen.
(so it goes)
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