I thought I'd update or something... seeing as thought I haven't in such a long while. Not that anyone cares, I sure as hell don't. But it gives me something to do, I suppose...
I've got all of Hollywood on my toothpaste and nothing seems dim-lit or otherwise spontaneous.I've conspired against an seemingly erroneous thought that even though everything seems... perfect. For the time being, but I know it's just the honeymoon stage.
I spent lastnight gazing at the dampened sky, clutching my mobile in one hand and using my other to raise my head.
My thoughts heightened and raced around like those seabirds I once marveled at by the sea. The stars were out for show and I was but a spectator of their luminous splendor. The grass couldn't take the pressure and let out spars of irritation. It made me feel cold in a sense, you look at all that splendor and you know you're not alone. Like, there is someone else star gazing too. And its comforting in a sense, to know that somewhere across the world, we're being thought of, dreamt of and are someone's closure and warmth...
It's flattering really, but makes my skin race all the same.
We all have bright lights somewhere... they're just dampened at this moment in time and untouchable. She told me, "Even if we are to break apart, I'm sure we'll find our way to eachother, just like lasttime. I will still love you as I know you will love apart of me too... but I think thats not enough for you, is it? You need substance and you can't reach mine... will we falter? Will we fail somewhere along the road?"
It made me think; Nothing is forever. I already knew that, but it just made it stick more, like butter and bread or honey and wine. A terrible mixture, mind you. But still... I know she is here and there and everywhere. Her profanity will clear my space. Je'taime, Marié... I will always. But I still don't get why you want to marry me? Me, of all people!?
I think I'm just re-evaluating everything to suite my own inner conflicts. Music and wine just to pass the time isn't brilliant. Neither is Malibu and Coca Cola... but be contravene of that factor. Please?
I dislike the fact people undermine factual existence. In particular one person at the moment. I mean, it's pathetic really. The more you do it, the further I will cease trying not to erase you, but you've already started on me, so what's the point? You can shove that photograph down your throat, guide you in, and you smother me. Oh, the great divide... and everything else in life.
On a brighter note:I've recently turned 17. Nothing
feels different, just ordinary. But my thoughts are racing as is my heart and everything else I control. Perhaps it will hit me when I turn 18 in a years time. Or maybe not... you never know.
Relationships seem overrated and we don't know when to stop or where the boundaries are... I'll keep pushing them though, just to loosen the knot. But not too far, because you'll test them further than you want, and you'll end up with leaky holes in their brains and the shackles break. Along with everything else you work so hard to achieve. But thats their problem, not mine.
School is tedious and I'm going for my
OP though I'm not even valid anymore. But still... I am doing it and I don't need to. People expect great things from me, but I can't live up to their expectations because I think it is within my nature not to. As it is for a scorpion to sting a frog.
Then again, I'm just complacent. I've also decided to enter University as a '
mature' aged student, because
I want to live and explore and just figure what the fuck to do first! Sort everything out firstly, then set up the rest gradually. It's not like I'm in a rush, I don't know what I'm going to be... I know
where I'm going and
who I'm going too, but nothing else is certain. Like dimly lit street lamps, I can't tell the difference from the black tar pit of bitumen or the lush graphite of grass that borders everything to one side and in its place. Like a black swan.
And I've been commissioned by Megan, a friend of my mother's, to do some paintings for her and her artist group, to auction/sell at an exhibition. I'll get paid however much my paintings' size is worth and the quality I paint. Prices will ranging from $100-$400+, from what I'm told. Mind you, I hate painting. But it'll help with Europe and my expensive taste.
Anyhow, I am tired and I want to sleep,
whilst jettin' through your stars, just like a technicolour wet dream. Straight into you and your arms, like something the world has never seen. Faster and faster, heightened and shortened. Derived from love and abstinence and a touch of sub-ordinant. Fictitiously devious. Oh yes... to the greatest degree. That is the way the barricades fell in and you and me ceased to be.
Goodnight.

p.s: Danny, I want you to come online sometime... we need to talk.
[Signing out]
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They made frogs smoke till they exploded please sing my spring reverb and we have a map of a piano and there is a number of small things on the Old Mountain Radio that I want you to hear;the Ghosts you draw on my back.
Keep it up. Thanks for stoppin' by too.
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They made frogs smoke till they exploded please sing my spring reverb and we have a map of a piano and there is a number of small things on the Old Mountain Radio that I want you to hear;the Ghosts you draw on my back.
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They made frogs smoke till they exploded please sing my spring reverb and we have a map of a piano and there is a number of small things on the Old Mountain Radio that I want you to hear;the Ghosts you draw on my back.
Thanks for stopping by too.
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They made frogs smoke till they exploded please sing my spring reverb and we have a map of a piano and there is a number of small things on the Old Mountain Radio that I want you to hear;the Ghosts you draw on my back.
Thanks for stoppin' by. : )
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They made frogs smoke till they exploded please sing my spring reverb and we have a map of a piano and there is a number of small things on the Old Mountain Radio that I want you to hear;the Ghosts you draw on my back.
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They made frogs smoke till they exploded please sing my spring reverb and we have a map of a piano and there is a number of small things on the Old Mountain Radio that I want you to hear;the Ghosts you draw on my back.
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D. my gallery | my prints
I'm glad that you like my drawing
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*** nature is everything ***
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He doesn't look a thing like Jesus, but he talks like a gentleman, like you imagine when you where young
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The universe we created
So complex in its simplicity
Fell to ruin
And both of us, we too
Fell
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The universe we created
So complex in its simplicity
Fell to ruin
And both of us, we too
Fell
not recently cause I've taken to putting the air con on ungodly cold and telling mum I dont know why its so cold when she comes inside
YAY FOR PROGRESS
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Oink
The sound a pig makes when you steal it from somebody. People may ask why ,but as the name suggests ,Y doesnt come into it
Got any nosebleeds recently, dearest Ben?
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They made frogs smoke till they exploded please sing my spring reverb and we have a map of a piano and there is a number of small things on the Old Mountain Radio that I want you to hear;the Ghosts you draw on my back.
OOOOOH
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Oink
The sound a pig makes when you steal it from somebody. People may ask why ,but as the name suggests ,Y doesnt come into it
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They made frogs smoke till they exploded please sing my spring reverb and we have a map of a piano and there is a number of small things on the Old Mountain Radio that I want you to hear;the Ghosts you draw on my back.
ITS BEN
or is it
MWAHAHHAHAHAHAHA
only I shall know
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Oink
The sound a pig makes when you steal it from somebody. People may ask why ,but as the name suggests ,Y doesnt come into it
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They made frogs smoke till they exploded please sing my spring reverb and we have a map of a piano and there is a number of small things on the Old Mountain Radio that I want you to hear;the Ghosts you draw on my back.
Miss you heaps
kat
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And on I read
Untill the day was gone
And I sat in regret
Of all that i've wronged
blap diddy blap blap
how fun for you
how long have you been drinking?
it scares me
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Oink
The sound a pig makes when you steal it from somebody. People may ask why ,but as the name suggests ,Y doesnt come into it
Walkers' are my family, my dad's side anyway. They're awesome and fun. And we drink, a lot and play billiards and 80s techno shit, as well as an electronic overload of goodness. Christmas next year, fo'sho. (and I'm turning black, ya'll.)
....
Like hell. RUN LIKE HELL. I saw a game with that title... good times. ^^
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They made frogs smoke till they exploded please sing my spring reverb and we have a map of a piano and there is a number of small things on the Old Mountain Radio that I want you to hear;the Ghosts you draw on my back.
I DONT KNOW WHO THE WALKERS ARE
AND YOUR DAD SOUNDS AWESOME
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Oink
The sound a pig makes when you steal it from somebody. People may ask why ,but as the name suggests ,Y doesnt come into it
my nose feels like its all oily 'n' yuk
reputation
me
BWAHAHAHHA
oh your a funny one jess
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Oink
The sound a pig makes when you steal it from somebody. People may ask why ,but as the name suggests ,Y doesnt come into it
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