| When you fall in love, it is a temporary madness. It erupts like an
earthquake, and then it subsides. And when it subsides, you have to
make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so
entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part.
i'm home from europe.
most of it was pretty rad. except how some horrible people stole my camera and i felt like i'd lost an arm or a major organ or something. i don't even know what to do with myself when i'm cameraless. maybe this means i should be a photographer or something.
three weeks away from xanga made me kind of hate it. i don't want to remember most of the things i've written about here. or many of the people i've posted about. i don't want to hang on to all of these things that make me sad and that will hold me back from experiencing college the way i'm supposed to.
i'm gonna go wait for the good part to start.
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| Don't Worry; We Freed Him Later.
p.s. here's a good one for right meow:
in Just-
spring when the world is mud-
luscious the little
lame balloonman
whistles far and wee
and eddieandbill come
running from marbles and
piracies and it's
spring
when the world is puddle-wonderful
the queer
old balloonman whistles
far and wee
and bettyandisbel come dancing
from hop-scotch and jump-rope and
it's
spring
and
the
goat-footed
balloonMan whistles
far
and
wee
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| by the way, i pierced my nose. |
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