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Twenty three steps, twenty four miles of black top, distances too great to cross now. Twice you left, one running, the second to never return. Pain and fear meeting confusion. I'm lost now, and not sure I want to find my way back. When do you reach that point, where you realize you want to be untouchable? Not in the sense of elevation, but that you no longer want the sensation. Not the hugs and kisses on the cheek of friends, or the idle caress of lovers, but in fact want you want is nothing at all, a move past even numbness. To not feel, pleasure or pain. I can remember

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in respondeowatching dawn through the window, my head full of the scratch of pen on paper, bringing back memories and wishes drifting through my thoughts like ash on autumn's wind. recursive writing, playing with words and time like legos. it has been miles and what seems like centuries since I saw you last. But you are still like dragons on the winds of the morning to me full of fire and contrary grace.
I will take your hands whisper words to you, of a song neither one of us really remember, watching lights down below, glittering like shattered glass. summer's daughter and winter's son. in respondeo
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I will meet you in the middlewatching dawn through the window, my head full of the scratch of pen on paper, bringing back memories and wishes drifting through my thoughts like ash on autumn's wind. recursive writing, playing with words and time like legos. it has been miles and what seems like centuries since I saw you last. But you are still like dragons on the winds of the morning to me full of fire and contrary grace.
I will take your hands whisper words to you, of a song neither one of us really remember, watching lights down below, glittering like shattered glass. summer's daughter and winter's son. I will meet you in the middle
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title too long, see belowI haven’t slept, not really, in a week. I feel wrinkled on the inside. I’ve had insomnia, to a lesser or greater degree since I can remember. It’s rarely been this bad or led to these sorts of lessons. Because insomnia does teach you things. I’ve learned that you can smoke and shower at the same time; you don’t even have to be all that careful. That metaphorical scar tissue, unlike the real thing, is full of nerve endings, and instead of sensation, they lead to emotion. Usually anger. I’ve learned that what is offered won’t be title too long, see below
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untitled 1june09Twenty three steps, twenty four miles of black top, distances too great to cross now. Twice you left, one running, the second to never return. Pain and fear meeting confusion. I'm lost now, and not sure I want to find my way back. When do you reach that point, where you realize you want to be untouchable? Not in the sense of elevation, but that you no longer want the sensation. Not the hugs and kisses on the cheek of friends, or the idle caress of lovers, but in fact want you want is nothing at all, a move past even numbness. To not feel, pleasure or pain. I can remember untitled 1june09
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Lock Picks and RocksWe broke into the old apartment to look for things we'd lost when moving on and moving out, across the street
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On duty

Thu Nov 5, 2009, 11:34 PM

Mood: Agony

My thoughts and heart are with my fallen and wounded brothers and sisters at Ft. Hood today. I was stationed there for five and a half years as an active duty soldier.

If there is any justice in this world, the traitors who murdered my comrades in arms will follow them soon. And my fellow soldiers will find the peace in the next world they were denied in this one.

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Current Residence: Georgia
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Interests: are best discussed, rather than proclaimed.
Favourite movie: City of the Lost Children
Favourite band or musician: z'ev
Favourite genre of music: Hardcore and industrial
Favourite artist: My favorites artists of any genre or media are those who strike chords most often unplayed.
Favourite poet or writer: Gaiman
Favourite photographer: Ansel Adams, Amber Miller, KedraLynn
Favourite style of art: All of it.
Operating System: life
MP3 player of choice: ipod
Skin of choice: Tattooed
Favourite game: The Stone
Personal Quote: My heart is glass, daily shattered. -Jaesse Tyler
Tools of the Trade: Caffeine, ink, paper, smoke, pain, redemption and my muse.