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archives Saturday, August 30, 2003 "You came to me like a dream The kind that always leaves Just as the best part starts It ends so abruptly And leaves you stunned and naked In your bedroom all alone" --Alkaline Trio Bleeder posted by LNR 8:44 AM Friday, August 29, 2003 "Why is it that I have to be the one sitting around, analyzing him in microscopic detail, and he gets to be the one with other things on his mind?" --also Reni's profile posted by LNR 5:28 PM "I want to scream. I want to shout. I want to have faith and never doubt . . . I want to bend, I want to break, to sleep and never wake . . . To break down walls and to escape, be alone and hide my face . . . I want to feel, I want to touch. I want to stop wanting you so much." --Reni's profile posted by LNR 5:26 PM "Huge events happen everyday, Earthquakes, Tornado's, Glaciers . . . so why can't he just notice me?" --Reni's profile posted by LNR 5:26 PM Saturday, August 23, 2003 "you're not sharing cigarettes with any old fool" --Spice Girls Naked posted by LNR 11:34 AM Thursday, August 21, 2003 "i have no idea what's been going on lately and i just wish you'd come over and explain things" --rilo kiley plane crash in c posted by LNR 4:35 PM Tuesday, August 19, 2003 "As I cried myself to sleep his words felt like a careful description. Shit. Fuck. Slowly they turned from words I heard into things I observed, as I spiraled down the gravity-well into sleep. They gained mass, became batlike, bulky, enemies, part of me. Just before we arrive at the event horizon of sleep and we impact with it at the oblique angle required to smoothly enter dreams, in the moment just before we disappear, the world sometimes suddenly reappears around us, very sharp, very clear, quite transformed. Doesn’t it? Sometimes? More real than life. More real than dreams. Just before we disappear. And we can’t move, and we can’t wake, and we can’t dream. We’re just there, super-sharp, superclear. I was there, super-sharp, superclear. I was transformed. Lying on my back, in my bed, in one of those states so hard to describe because everything has changed its shape and significance and name. (Beneath my right hand, my belly was still a little sticky, though I’d wiped most of it off.) (The tracks of the tears I’d cried earlier, standing up, were colliding and tightening on my cheek as the water evaporated and left faint trails of salt.) (A new tear was taking the shortcut down to my ear.) (Never cry on your back. Your ears fill with tears.) My eyes were closed but they felt open. It was dark but I could see. I could see me. I was the world looking at me instead of the other way around. And he was right. I was Shit. I was Fuck. And then, at least, after a while, I disappeared. It’s so easy to say you cried yourself to sleep. It’s so hard to do." --pp. 170-171 Juno and Juliet posted by LNR 7:03 PM Monday, August 18, 2003 "Here's a thought, If you're willing to listen. I only tell the truth with The feelings I'm given Can you hear me now? Listen. Whispers in the rain, Listen. Don't push love away, You know you do. It's all we have. It's a chore Holding onto a vision Don't leave her high and dry She's the one you'll be missing Can you hear me now? Listen. Whispers in the rain While you're awake. Don't push love away, You know you do. It's all we have. I hate to think Hesitation's a burden A bittersweet design For a lesson You're learning She's crying Can you feel me now, This time? Whispers in the rain, Lying awake. Don't push love away, You know you do. It's all we have. Here's a thought, If you're willing to listen." --The Juliana Theory Don't Push Love Away posted by LNR 5:24 PM Sunday, August 17, 2003 "Too much of something is bad enough But something's coming over to make me wonder Too much of nothing is just as tough I need to know the way to feel to keep me satisfied" --Spice Girls Too Much posted by LNR 8:20 AM Saturday, August 09, 2003 "When I said I would die a bachelor, I did not think I should live till I were married." --Benedick, II.iii. Much Ado About Nothing posted by LNR 6:12 PM Friday, August 08, 2003 "When you were here before, couldn't look you in the eye. You're just like an angel, your skin makes me cry. You float like a feather, in a beautiful world I wish I was special, you're so fucking special. But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo. What the hell am I doing here? I don't belong here. I don't care if it hurts, I want to have control. I want a perfect body, I want a perfect soul. I want you to notice, when I'm not around. You're so fucking special, I wish I was special. But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo. What the hell am I doing here?. I don't belong here She's running out the door, she's running, she run, run, run, run, run. Whatever makes you happy, whatever you want. You're so fucking special, I wish I was special, but I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo. What the hell am I doing here? I don't belong here, I don't belong here." --Radiohead Creep posted by LNR 10:49 PM Wednesday, August 06, 2003 "I can feel death, can see it's beady eyes All these things into position All these things we'll one day swallow whole And fade out again and fade out again" --Radiohead Street Spirit (Fade Out) posted by LNR 11:40 PM "I wish it was the sixties I wish we could be happy I wish, I wish, I wish that something would happen." --Radiohead The Bends posted by LNR 8:08 PM Sunday, August 03, 2003 "Two pills just weren't' enough. The alarm clock is going off but you are not waking up. This isn't happening. It is." --Bright Eyes The Center of the World posted by LNR 6:48 PM |
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