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Name: fred
Country: United States
State: Michigan
Birthday: 10/22/1988
Gender: Male
Interests: stuff
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Occupation: Student
Industry: Entertainment
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AIM:  Haru2288
Member Since:
7/20/2003
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| ode to college and a tainted bed: you never felt better dead[1]
he had a fascination with the weather.
he wrote about it all the time.
he had told me once:
"i watched the feathery clouds
glide over me and the rain clouds
roll in. I watched the umbrellas
open and the people rush indoors.
i watched the rain pour and cleanse
the earth. it was cold. it was wet.
it was miserable. it was life"
and when he wrote that
not a drop of rain had fallen,
but later that night, the sky cried for him.
he gripped his hoodie and bag in one hand
and he held his longboard and plastic bag
in the other hand.
he took strides on the slippery
double yellow paint down the middle of the road.
he closed his eyes; he was a tight-rope dreamer.
[2]
oh, you were down.
you said you were So down.
you told me you were tragic.
you spread yourself on the museum steps
and you remained erratically unmoved
by the oscillating sky.
you might have been burned
by the occasional sun,
but you had such an uncanny skill
of being the epitome of all things stoic.
you were hopeless.
the notes and words spilled into your ears
but it felt so good. you're an addict,
and you'll never do a thing about it.
but when you got a call, and it became your
cue to let your own words out, you choked.
i saw you.
oh, you were down.
you were So close to breaking down,
but you didn't.
[2.5]
and i shut doors on everyone.
no one could come in.
"yeah. i'm fine.
... or...
... i will be..."
and i worked that night:
there's nothing worse than
having the deepest of sorrows
and concealing them behind a smile.
"no matter how bad your day is,
i don't care if... or if...,
leave it at home. we're in the
service industry, so smile."
a heart will rip into pieces,
and those pieces will rip to shreds
from playing pretend.
i used to love to play pretend.
[3.0]
okay, so you said
sometimes, you'll sit on the bus,
and you'll hope? for a car
to just plow into the side of the bus,
did i hear you correctly?
you're empty inside.
then,
one day, there was a horrific collision,
and you felt alive again...
... you could have died again...
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| sincerely, trollop.heavy paper encrypted bound
by a flimsy paperclip.
swallow hard, the rain clouds are coming,
and the wind blew your papers away...
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| coral reefsharpied artist names on a receipt.
dirty jeans and mismatched socks on his feet.
"where's your rhythm, mister? i inhale your blues."
oh. oh-ohh. mm mm.
oh. oh ohh. mmmmm.
oh. mmm mmmm
hm hm hm hmmm hm hmmm
mmmm.
oh.
shh. hm.
shhh hm hmm.
hm sh hm sh hm
hm sh hm sh hmhm shsh
hm sh hm sh hmhm shhh
oh hm shh. hm hm shhh.
oh. shh. hmm.
oh ohh sh hmm.
oh oh sh hmm.
oh oh sh hmm.
ohh sh hmm.
oh oh sh hmm
ohh sh oh oh hmm.
ohh sh oh hm hmm.
oh shit.
shhhhhit!
shhhhhhh...
... arpied artist names on a receipt. oh.
dirty jeans and mismatched socks on his feet. hm.
"where's your rhythm, mister? i inhale your blues." sh.
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| hold off;
i created different gaits
for each letter of the alphabet.
i left you all the marshmallows in my cereal.
i'm a trapeze failure with a pocket full of floss.
one day,
i hope to see you walking 'i',
jogging 'l', and running 'y'.
but i'll eat my soggy, melted colors.
and if you let go of what you know,
i'll catch you on the other side.
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| notes 3.26disclaimer:
lyrical adversity may or may not
be a direct result of true events;
literary phrases may or may not be
reflective of emotional stability (at the time);
current mental state likely not
representative of the following:
Fri, Mar 13 8:42pm
I let people down on a daily basis,
but i'm too sensitive to be alright.
I blow things up;
Thu, Mar 19 5:01pm
You can't have anything you want.
You were built to be unhappy.
Continue to erode.
Thu, Mar 19 5:16pm
How do you handle a carcass on call,
you morbid blue air-deprived man in a shawl?
Thu, Mar 19 6:36pm
It's a story book mess.
Jealous of everyone else.
Thu, Mar 19 6:36pm
I'm an alcoholic. over dramatic.
Lungs filled with smoke. Uncanny
sporadic.
Thu, Mar 19 6:37pm
You don't have any friends.
How could you have yourself
believe you did?
Thu, Mar 19 7:13pm
You don't know who or what i am.
You don't know when or where I've been.
You don't know how or why but you do
know that you don't want to try.
Mon, Mar 23 1:06pm
Her majesty
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