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Name: Michael
Country: United States
State: New Jersey
Birthday: 5/12/1983
Gender: Male
Interests: i'm interested in thinking, in knowing things, in being there for people. i'm not just reading or writing to look smart, i want knowledge, i long for wisdom. some days i like to hurt, but this week i've had four good days in a row, it's nice...
Expertise: i'm good at some things, looking & being sexy is not one of them, sorry...
Occupation: Student
Industry: Entertainment
Message: message me
Member Since:
6/2/2004
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| i have a hard time remembering the things i should remember
and a hard time forgetting the things i should forget...
*mewithoutYou*
there are places that aren't here (but isn't that always the case)
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| got alot to write, but don't feel much like it. i've just been really down of late. i suppose there's no real reason for it, i'm just ready to go & live life again. i'm not doing much of that here...
how can i try to be anything at all when i don't even know if i'll make it through another day...chelsea, thank you for loving me, you're my best friend *hearts*
Wish I had what I needed
To be on my own
'Cause I feel so defeated
And I'm feeling alone
And it all seems so helpless
And I have no plans
I'm a plane in the sunset
With nowhere to land
And all I see
It could never make me happy
And all my sand castles spend their time collapsing
Let me know that you hear me
Let me know your touch
Let me know that you love me
Let that be enough
*switchfoot*
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| going to nyc tonight, not sure if i want to...it'll be fun no question, but i'd like to be doing otherwise...maybe a nice night at someone's house spent with good friends...
this is the song to end every year...
A Long December
A long December and there's reason to believe
Maybe this year will be better than the last
I can't remember the last thing that you said as you were leaven'
Now the days go by so fast
And it's one more day up in the canyons
And it's one more night in Hollywood
If you think that I could be forgiven...I wish you would
The smell of hospitals in winter
And the feeling that it's all a lot of oysters, but no pearls
All at once you look across a crowded room
To see the way that light attaches to a girl
And it's one more day up in the canyons
And it's one more night in Hollywood
If you think you might come to California...I think you should
Drove up to Hillside Manor sometime after two a.m.
And talked a little while about the year
I guess the winter makes you laugh a little slower,
Makes you talk a little lower about the things you could not show her
And it's been a long December and there's reason to believe
Maybe this year will be better than the last
I can't remember all the times I tried to tell my myself
To hold on to these moments as they pass
And it's one more day up in the canyon
And it's one more night in Hollywood
It's been so long since I've seen the ocean...I guess I should
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| my last night in new york...sad to leave isn't it, but
we'll all return soon enough. i guess we made something of
ourselves. they might not know us by name, but they'll know we're
not there.
finally met geordon & leigh. i love him, she's a
lesbian...ouch...so much for middle school crushes. looks like
they'll be in nashville soon to spin for us & i'll see them on new
years for an amazing night.
so this is it...goodbye loves...
...wearing black canvas slippers in our frog-on-a-lily-pad pose, we
sewed buttons and zippers to Chinese pink silk and olive night
clothes. if you could someday stop by somehow we'll show you the
pictures and fix you some tea...
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Crimes
By Blood Brothers
love rhymes with hideous car wreck
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-love rhymes with hideous car wreck-
love rhymes with pity now, love rhymes with sympathy now...you said
it's dangerous to be so intimate, you know its dangerous, dangerous,
dangerous...but some things never get better, but your burden looks an
awful lot like her...love rhymes with pity now, love rhymes with
sympathy now...*the blood brothers*
so this is it, the harsh reality that we are
all terribly expendable & no one is anything special. you'll
all forget about me, just give yourself the chance, these are sad
days. unless we provide some useful service, we'll be run out of
town. we stay on someone's dial list only until another name
moves up the list push us down a rank or push us off completely.
my time at blackbook is quickly coming to an
end & it seems highly unlikely that they'll ever consider my
employment. i will work tirelessly for something i love &
believe in, sadly enough, this place meets neither of those
criteria. my place there is dependant upon lining their coffers
with cash from ad sales placed by gaudy lines of luxury goods that
promote the image of 'couture' that i despise to girls & boys to
young to know better- or maybe just anyone too naive or blind to know
better. we are just another link in this vicious cycle of ruining
all things lovely...
16 weeks in nyc & i've not met anyone that needs
me. i just want to sit for coffee & talk of all the things on
my mind, figure out who you are & what you long to be...you don't
even have to ask about me, just talk & tell me you, everyone,
please...
i've ridden home twice this week,
on a train that's bound to crash.
barrelling down darkened rails,
another journey bound to fail from all the little things
that trap our hearts like pennies on the tracks.
and can't see two inches in front of us,
and won't find hope in comfort.
these tracks could lead to the darkest depths,
i'd never know the difference.
coming home for you,
the only reason this place has stayed on for so long.
but you're still so distant,
with broken voice and feigning interest.
you're on to bright & shiny boys
with bigger, better fates.
there is no love in music,
there is no hope for us,
there are no brighter, better days,
just grave, deceitful hearts.
*me*
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