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Today I Love YouToday I love you. Tomorrow I may not. Tomorrow I may hate you. You just never know. Today you were lovely. You were happy. Charming. Today you were the person I met, and today, for that reason, I loved you. Yesterday I did not. Yesterday you were none of the things I fell in love with.
But today, today you were. And so, yesterday will be forgiven, as it always is. That challenging tone. The grating questions. That desperate plea, "do you love me?" and the look in your eyes when I tugged my hands away and shook my head, telling you softly "no my love, not today." You didn't even notice the contr Today I Love You
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Don't RememberFinding out that she was gone, and leaving them.
Meeting him, and meeting them.
The last day I spent in the place I was born.
Leaving her and the words she said when she found out I was going.
If she smiled, or if she cried.

These are the things I don’t remember,
because I was lost in a chemical haze,
because I didn’t want to find my way out from it,
because I didn’t want to remember,
because I didn’t know it would someday mean the world to me.

Kissing him, and loving him. Touching him for the very first time.
Wanting him Don't Remember
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Atrocity and InfamyHis shirt is soaked red with blood, and his face is streaked, it climbs up his arms and drips from the knife in his hands.
He stares at his brother, tears running down his face, making clean lines in the streaks of blood. But his face is caught between a smile and pain because he knows that it’ll never happen again, but he also knows that they have to leave now, because he can already imagine the sounds of the sirens coming, called by the neighbors at the sound of his brother screaming for him to stop—though they never called before, but he couldn’t help but think: what if? The screams had died down to the gut wrenching Atrocity and Infamy
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What Could Have BeenGarrick
Four years ago we ended. An angry, terrible, shouting, painful ending. Nothing clean, nothing agreed upon. No, just a violent ripping apart because neither one of us was willing to change.
“What the fuck Garrick? You told me you’d fucking stopped, you promised me that you weren’t doing it any more,” Jack said, waving a baggy full of cocaine around. My eyes skimmed over his face, hardly registering the pissed off look—it’d become far too common a sight—and down his arm, tracking the bag’s every move. I could feel panic building, not because he was angry at me, but because I wa What Could Have Been
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Grazing Dinosaurs. For ShameSee here.  She moves like something's missing, like in a dream of things primordial, long-tailed scooted dinosaurs that skulk around the bushes.  Shame.
To wonder why the next who speaks repeats the thing you said, recieves the gentle laugh.  To think to chit-chat. Just be content that no-one speaks and swinging tails of horseshoe crabs avoid your legs.
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Tue Aug 4, 2009, 8:41 PM

So I feel the need to bump off that one about the Vanish and Haze thing, cause no ones ever going to do it, so, some worthless rambling will ensue...
I might maybe be self publishing something (with super massive amazing ammounts of help from my editor/publisher/artist/bffl extrodinare) it'd be super short--like we're talking chapbook length guys--but still amazing.
It's going to be a three story collection of some things involving Garrick, only like one of which is posted on here right now...i might get those other ones up eventually...
But just thought I'd ramble about that, because I'm way excited, and was getting super sick of that old thing.

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Current Residence: Seattle
Interests: I have alot, mainly writing, reading, fashion, and baking
Favourite movie: Trainspotting, Fight Club, A Clockwork Orange, Romeo and Juliet, many other strange ones
Favourite band or musician: Far to many to think about nameing
Favourite genre of music: Rock, Alternitive, Electro, whatever else sounds good.
Favourite poet or writer: Neil Gaiman, Charles Delint, Jack Kerouac, loads of others
Tools of the Trade: A pen and paper, Microsoft Word, and my handy USB drive...oh, and a far to active imagination.

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~estallidos Dec 5, 2008, 6:17:16 AM

you know, i'm always afraid to thank people, because i think they'll get annoyed.

but it doesn't mean i'm not thankful, because i am.
especially for quarter-moons and specks of glitter and for your support.

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