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birdbraini pity the poor bird. he doesnt see the glass. so many times he has knocked his head. the blue of his feathers look bluer as his skull bruises.
tap, tap, tap. he knocks on the window. i am wondering why he does it. but he is a bird brain after all. birdbrain
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what does alcohol make me say?the things the alcohol makes me say seem to fall out easy, but they are not. i cannot think of

much other than the sweet taste of cola moxed with the taste of bourbon. it brings out the

melancholy side, while excentuating the romantic who speaks with a soft voice.
the blue ink on my page stands out, and is made more vivid by the vodka whose bottle is also

blue. my brain swims in fluid, and yet alcohol only makes up a small part of it. in fact my liver

has passed most of it already.
the night claims my demons, who have been poured onto countless pages before this what does alcohol make me say?
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the fly on the roofi spoke with your boyfriend the other day. he says that he is just with you for your body. he

says that he couldnt care less wether you like english classes or you take maths. but i know you

are more of an arts girl.
i got drunk last nite, and i almost told you i care about you. which i do, a bit. i want to tell

you about your boyfriend. but i care about you too much to break your heart.
i sw you looking at me from accross the room. maybe you were wondering what it would be like

being with someone who cares. maybe you were thinking i look good with a days stubbl the fly on the roof
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my hidden edendrowning in this drought nothing stems the flow of the pain my heart cracks again under the weight i see you right there i talk to you as if you are next to me your body tells nothing but your eyes give you away you do not want me
im sick and tired of always staying in shadow too many times you do not notice the little things i do you do not see me in the light the light i am trying to light
the wasteland of my mind seems to barren for you but you have not scoured the desert and you have not seen the paradise (oasis?) the my hidden eden
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halloween

Sat Oct 31, 2009, 5:43 PM

i went to a halloween party. it wasnt really that fun. i went out and bought a carton of bourbon and cola, and then i wrote a few poems. im boring.
hope everyone else enjoyed theirs more than mine.

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Current Residence: a house, in the sky
Interests: stuff, and girls, and writing and other stuff too
Favourite genre of music: Punk, Alt, Metal, Rock, Indie
Favourite style of art: Poetry - Pencil art - Felt tip pen
Operating System: WIN32 atm
MP3 player of choice: Higher capacity over anything
Shell of choice: I prefer rock
Wallpaper of choice: Paint
Skin of choice: Hers
Favourite gaming platform: PC
Tools of the Trade: Pen and paper, or if im really desperate, the notepad on my itouch