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zugI said I love the sound of trains; you laughed at the floor.zug
Its all the same to me.


summer girlsSummer girls do it better - do it blonder, do it bluer, do it tanner, do it thinner, do it louder, do it more, do it more, do it more. Unraveled sweater (I have more than you.), twisted elastic (I have more than you), hands in pockets (I have more than you). Winter equals ever-greener - keep it nicer, keep it older, keep it quieter, keep it simpler, keep it closer, keep it closer, keep it closer.summer girls
And the ink won't flow when its cold outside. Not for me. Not for you. Listen for music. Listen without a cellphone. Listen for the voice to know we're home.
I have more than you.


menotomyIf you say 'why' enough, it starts to sound like a song and I phase out and sing to myself and maybe even dance along. My eyes hurt, I'm looking everywhere for escape. I've been wronged. Metonomy is to substitute something for something else. To fill my head with Cummings instead of you. Jumping in puddles, I'd give anything. Catching fireflies, I'd give anything. Names on a list, I'd give anything... If I could, I'd raise my hand and I'd tell you all the difference between depression and melancholy is apathy, respectively, and inspiration. The difference between inability to wake or sleep or breathe or speak and a pain so heavy that it has tmenotomy


sink to swimHow frivilous this has become. How insipid. How selfish. Write another plight of the sorrow that has gone, to blend in with a million others'. There is only so much to say of blight and the fight to be pretty and the death of everyone in sight. There is only so much to say, but this time, the words remain.sink to swim
I can't stop feeling numb and wishing to die young (and save yourself). Refraining from suicide only starves the inspiration, yet words find themselves on papers, on napkins, under couches. What was it they were put there for? A shift from the obvious to leave more questions, like if you veil the heartache someone will catch on in pr


Train of ThoughtSlip away, sail away, slide away, soar Into an emptyness, somethingness dawn All of the slow starts and heart stops and doors That open and surface and fall away closed A silence that deafens said often before Yet when all that’s around you melts into skin And yesterdays maybes and what might have been Its there in the darkness your mouth starts to see And your tongue searches blindly for the runaway key There’s always an always a someway be sure For there’s nothing been said but it’s been said before A slippery ride on a runaway train And we’re climbing and hiding and trTrain of Thought
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park that car
drop that phone
sleep on the floor
dream about me
(another mass notification thing.. this time, i'm being a bit more proactive... a few more to go i think...!)
You will hide from me no longer! Mwah!!!
Love,
Daniel
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Your being so nice to me!
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"How precious it is Lord, to realize that you are thinking about me constantly..."
Psalm 139:17
You take some really nice pictures! I'm gonna add ya to my watch list..
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"How precious it is Lord, to realize that you are thinking about me constantly..."
Psalm 139:17
Thanks for adding me. Everyone tells me about how cool you are (especially Ted, it borders on unsettling at times) and now I get to find out for myself!
-JH
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*sigh* Nevermind
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[link] Speak with the wisdom of an elder and the innocence of a child. Join the revolution...
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Are you an artist who doesn't write, but has an idea for a comic? I'm your man! Note me,
-JH
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*sigh* Nevermind
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[link] Speak with the wisdom of an elder and the innocence of a child. Join the revolution...
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Are you an artist who doesn't write, but has an idea for a comic? I'm your man! Note me,
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