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Pocket change.Today I decided to clean out my basement. Included, I had to sweep, drag and move, and re-arrange. Eventually all that was left was to take a few things to the city dump. I drove down and quickly started to unload. There was only one other man there. He looked dodgy and had shifty eyes. They looked this way and that way. This way and that way. He was throwing out small items, but there was one big sleeping bag in the bed of his pick-up. He went away for a few seconds as I finished up emptying the back of my car. I silently tread over to the man's pick-up. I lifted the sleeping bags covers. Under them was the corpse of a young woman. She was oPocket change.
by ~EmbrExcell
Epiphany-wanna-be.Sad man, sad you are. Got nothing, rocks and rubble left, Ground beneath your feet, Got nobody, no-one came here.Epiphany-wanna-be.
Hold up your hand, trace mine; See through lies, hold hands over eyes. Trust me, just look for a sign; You got nobody, no-one came to see you.
Whats quiet becomes loud, There used to be time for you, but not now. No, sad man, sad he is. He's got nothing, rocks and rubble left. Only the ground beneath his feet, He's got nobody. Nobody came to meet.
No, nobody came to where stones stand up higher than heads, Where words mar
by ~EmbrExcell
Eyes painted eyelids.Oh, a merriment of vocalization. Unaware, unbeknown to us.Eyes painted eyelids.
Each side unable to see each other; Red sees red and blue sees blue is all.
Quaint isn't it? This home of ours honey. Perfect isn't it? This place for us, honey.
Now now, I know you don't want to hear it; I wont tell you this is all a lie. Now now, I can see it in your closed eyes; You would sooner go blind.
(And you will)
Oh look far into the sun, see what this- Stop, run away, don't spend your time being honest. Hey, don't look any farther into the sun, Forget
by ~EmbrExcell
Letter of resignation.It's cold isn't it? It's cold because you let yourself down. Because nobody believes in you anymore, do they? It's cold because you let your fires go out. All those promises, all those statements. You spent so long telling us. So long.Letter of resignation.
I remember when you were little. I remember it all.
Can you remember your mind? Can you find it? I can barely see it, fading through waves of azure and amethyst smoke. The fog that has cluttered your head, growing with each drag. I can see it from behind your eyes, the smoke billows around behind those black pupils.
A man died today; I knew him. I knew him well
by ~EmbrExcell
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- Favourite movie: CultCultCult.
- Favourite band or musician: Brokencyde obvs.
- Favourite genre of music: Experimental Christian-Salsa Rap
- Favourite artist: Uboa.
- Favourite poet or writer: Denise Levertov
- Operating System: Vista
- MP3 player of choice: IPod?
- Favourite game: Pokemon (Emerald) or YN
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- Nov 29, 2009 Devious Journal Entry
- Nov 25, 2009 Strawberry Jam - Animal Collective
- Nov 22, 2009 It builds like a house.
- Nov 9, 2009 Maybe a bit impromptu, but as if I ever cared.
- Nov 5, 2009 I love the library.
- Sep 30, 2009 I've spent too much time.
- Sep 7, 2009 This is no name, this is a holiday.
- Sep 7, 2009 Acoustics are made of lovely lovely distortion.
- Jul 18, 2009 I follow :D
- Jul 8, 2009 How To Piss People Off:
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