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[Mar. 1st, 2009|12:44 am] |
I like receiving the kind of treatment I deserve.
i think i might like this dude. |
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[Dec. 31st, 2008|12:46 am] |
i'm thinking about you instead of going to sleep right now.
it's not like i constantly think about you.. just.. right now. i want you.
it's ridiculous. you should mean absolutely nothing to me.
i know i mean next to nothing to you. i wish i meant everything to you. i wish you knew me well enough to become that comfortable with me.
i will never find anyone like you.
and i'll never have you.
fuck. |
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| one year...ish |
[Sep. 11th, 2008|12:04 am] |
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| |  pessimistic | ] |
my talent for remembering dates and events is really a bitch sometimes.
like right now. |
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| i will learn how to love a person and then i will teach you and then we will know... |
[May. 11th, 2008|11:25 pm] |
seen from a great enough distance i cannot be seen
i feel this as an extremely distinct sensation
of feeling like shit; the effect of small children
is that they use delcarative sentences and then look at your face
with an expression that says 'you will never do enough
for the people that you love'; and i can feel the universe expanding
and it feels like no one is trying hard enough
the effect of this is an extremely shitty sensation
of being the only person alive; i have been alone for a very long time
it will take an extreme person to make me feel less alone
the effect of being alone for a very long time
is that i have been thinking very hard and learning about
existance. mortality.
lonliness, people, society, and love; i am afraid
that i am not learning fast enough; i can feel the universe
expanding
and it feels like no one has ever tried hard enough; when i cried in
your room
it was the effect of an extremely distinct sensation that 'i am the
only person
alive', ' i have not learned enough ' and 'i can feel the universe expanding and making things be further apart
and it feels like a declarative sentence
whose message is that we must try harder
the first poem from tao lin's new book, "cognitive- behavioral therapy".
knocked me flat and juuust about made me tear up in the middle of my workday. |
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| THE song of my springtime. |
[May. 5th, 2008|08:57 pm] |
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I'll hand it to you, you've won again. But I don't care what you say, none of that was fair play. I've been drawn in to your battle and when you think I surrender, I'll just get right back up because I haven't had enough. You have your foot on my throat again. But I'm not as helpless as you seem to be convinced. In the end when you look back and all you have are your trophies; I really hope you believe your life was worth victory. You knocked our faces to the floor, but this is what we live for. I know you want us to quit, but we'll never give up. Watch out. Beware. We took a beating and we don't care. Sometimes when you lose, you win. We'll. Never. Give. Up. |
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