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don't read his words because he's drop-dead gorgeous; read his words because they're insightful, attainable, and often beautiful.
Jeremy Hawkins
don't read his words because he's drop-dead gorgeous; read his words because they're insightful, attainable, and often beautiful.
it's so important to be nice, but how can i persuade you?
go ahead, try to pronounce it. was it the first way you said it? or the second? is it Native American and therefore you're just going to say it silently like those words you skim over in a novel as you think, that word?
I'm certain leaves mourn
it occurred to me today that music may be spoiling me.
i'm really worried about my brother. i've always understood that he's been a social outcast, first unwillingly, and later, on his own accord. only over the past few years have i really tried to know him. and i'll keep trying, but now i wonder if it's too late. he's learned to stay away from the edge of the yard even when i'm in the street pleading for him to come.
i went to elementary school with this kid. then i moved away, grew up, went to college.
when the lingering--
Can you hear them?
The helicopters
I'm in New York
No need for words now
We sit in silence
You look me in the eye directly
You met me
I think it's Wednesday, the evening
The mess we're in and
The city sun set over me
Night and day
I dream of making love to you now, baby
Love making on screen
Impossible dream
And I have seen the sun rise over the river
The freeway reminded of
This mess we're in and
The city sun set over me
What were you wanting?
I just wanna say don't ever change now baby
And thank you, I don't think we will meet again
And you must leave now
Before the sun rises
Above skyscrapers
Sin and
What was it you wanted?
I just wanna say don't ever change
And thank you, I don't think we will meet again
And we must leave now
Before the sun rises over the skyscrapers
And the city landscape comes into being
Sweat on my skin, oh
This mess we're in and
The city sun set over me
this won't be a "good read" or even well written. it's a selfish, tacky, immature moment of whining.
i spent this past weekend in Florida. it was a long weekend with today off, but i got back yesterday. it wasn't an efficient trip.
(this is not a poem)
so last night i learned a few things about casinos.
i once had this friend of a friend. he was big into telling jokes. at one gathering he proclaimed that if we gave him a category, any category!, he'd be able to tell us a joke. i was completely impressed by this because i can't tell a single joke. except maybe the chicken one. or the one about those three dudes walking into a bar. an actual metal bar.
god.
My simple slant
This broken chant
My human fate
My revelate
Are you so far from me this day
That you can't say my revelate
My open arms
My lucky charms
My number eight
My revelate
I fucked it up
I rest my case
Cause it's all to grey
My revelate
Sometimes I need a revelation
Sometimes it's all too hard to take
Sometimes I need a revelation
This time I'm making my own now
Does this mean we're through
Does this mean it's gone
I spent a day just to ponder the words
That I would write to you this day
But it's all too great, my revelate
Sometimes I need a revelation
Sometimes it's all too hard to take
Sometimes I need a revelation
This time it's up in arms
This time I need you revelation
Sometimes it's all too much to take
This time I need you revelation
Sometimes it's easy just to hate you
Sometimes I need a revelation
Sometimes I,sometimes I,
Redeem yourself
Redeem yourself
Redeem yourself