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[09 Mar 2004|07:05pm]

Make War

Our love is dead but without limit, like the surface of the moon or the land between here and the mountains. It is not these hiding places that have keep us innocent but the way you taught me to just let it all go by. So we have learned to be as faithless, stand behind the bulletproof glass, exchanging our affections through a drawer. It was always horribly convenient and happening too fast. You should count your change before you are even out the door. Yes, you should but please...Return, return to the person that you were. And I will do the same because it is too hard to belong to someone who is gone. My compass spins. The wilderness remains.Once too often, I have retreated into the depths of my despair. I built a barricade to block you on the road. But standing there with all of my possessions, piled higher than a house, I felt closer to you than you ever could have known. So let these tiny acts of charity become common ground of which to build a monument to commemorate our time. And though, you say, you've found another who will surely speed you on your way, don't let the forest grow over that you came there by. But you will, so...Hurry up and run to the one that you love. And blind him with your kindness. And he will make war, old war, on who you were before. And he'll claim all that has spoiled your heart.Well, now, I tell myself I've mended under these patches of blue sky. There are still a few holes that let in a little rain. So it is crying on my shingles. My floorboards moan under my feet. The refrigerator is whining, so I've got reason to complain. But I am not gonna bless you with such compliments, some degrading psalm of praise, like the kind that converted you to me so long ago. Because the truth is that gossip is as good as gospel in this town. You can save face but you won't ever save your soul. And that's a fact.Hurry up and run to the one that you love. And tie him in you likeness, And he'll become, become the prisoner I was. And know all that has spoiled your heart.

mostly nikkis idea
You hit it than you quit it

[12 Jan 2004|05:16pm]

[ mood | worried ]

Amanda's top ten favorite people to smoke with:

hands down, no questions asked

I miss US

You hit it than you quit it

[03 Jan 2004|02:25pm]

What ever, 3 hyenas, what a joke

its no fun
You hit it than you quit it

[03 Jan 2004|08:22am]

what is the point of this if no one writes in it, nikki!!! blahhh
i miss carolina
You hit it than you quit it

i love it [30 Dec 2003|08:26pm]

[ mood | high ]

Dead End Stars [8:23 PM]: haha im so gay
Dead End Stars [8:23 PM]: i wish i wasnt high
NFGtearAligament [8:24 PM]: what?!?!??!
Dead End Stars [8:24 PM]: itold sam i had the hotts for him
Dead End Stars [8:24 PM]: and now hes all making it a big thing
NFGtearAligament [8:24 PM]: hahahayhahahahahahahhahahahha
Dead End Stars [8:24 PM]: and i think im jsut saying it cause im high
NFGtearAligament [8:24 PM]: hahah
Dead End Stars [8:24 PM]: and heslike well your brentons girl finish one thing before you start another
NFGtearAligament [8:24 PM]: to fucking funny
Dead End Stars [8:26 PM]: what a bad thing for me to do

You hit it than you quit it

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