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that silence that i'm searching for...the one that fills from inside to out.
thats the drug thats worth my time, the one i can't quite live without
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| those silly kick me signs are fun and all but how did i end up with the target on my back? this is just painful. i'd rather have a black spot.
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| nearly two years later and we have a return. does anyone out there remember me? i can't believe you all have stayed so long. habitual creatures we are. or should i say you are. oh things have changed here in xanga land. i feel like an atsronaut navigating a new world. took me quite a clicking frenzy before i found how to begin a new entry. man. xanga totally feels like space. everything isn't all in your face like on these new blog sites. so refreshingly simple. ah. if someone finds me please say hello. till then this will be a pure release. of course not this entry. this is merely hello.
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| searing noises...roomates gone.
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| long long ago there was a midnight forest
where children fly down singing loud in there chorus,
wings beating lightly upon their strong backs,
run deep in the forest for your under attack. |
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