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Nov. 22nd, 2007 | 05:15 pm
ca c'est que j'ecoute: the microphones

 it's the sort of thing that creeps up when you're all alone, and makes you sad. 

that dispondent-self-indulgent kinda sad. 


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Nov. 10th, 2007 | 06:50 pm

I hear your feet across the cold tile
your mumbles are incoherent goodbye songs that i wrote, myself
years before
where did you come from? i know where you're going
the streets of disneyland melt into the redlight district
pink condom wrappers litter the cobblestone
goodbye songs
is this what you wanted for yourself?
overlooking traffic and voisins together
through the fluid glass of the windowed room
widowed wound
lights patterns

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Oct. 21st, 2007 | 09:31 pm
caress me down: hopeful hopeful

niche niche niche, 

it's like exhaling after years of anticipating

i suppose

overrated under educated. your car can go for miles but your body's breaking down. 


Oct. 16th, 2007 | 11:11 am

Suspended from an overpass by pins and needles. lying on broken glass, grinning through a mouth full of broken teeth. 

I'm not sure what i'm holding out for. This standard, the epitome of an elusive intangible... is suffocating. Is what I feel real? Does it compare to the standard in my head? What have I missed out on, holding out on this supreme standard? How many people have I thrown away; disregarded; given up on; in an attempt to find more? HAVE I ASKED TOO MUCH? where did this standard come from? 
shut the fuck up, the media gets blamed for everything when we create the media. stupid stupid

cars fly by, inflated and under educated. we can't spell but we can spend. oh yes, we can spend. 

damaged goods

change? embrace consistancy. promise me you meant it.

cobwebs et les ouragons

Sep. 16th, 2007 | 06:34 pm
caress me down: refreshed refreshed

1, 2, 3, 4
tell me do you love me more
hearts change
tell you i can love you more


Sep. 10th, 2007 | 12:24 pm

my new college game plan is to spend as much time as possible in the dali museum and to spend all my student financial aid at american apparel and urban outfiters.  

student loans and cold tile

Sep. 4th, 2007 | 10:21 pm
ca c'est que j'ecoute: lenny kravitz- lady

i['ve] miss[ed] you

j'aime bouger ca. there's something adorably ignorant about foreign rap. i don't know what it is. i don't have internet access in my room. i've whittled down a list of my top 3 "pet peeves"
1. noisy chewing
2.  people that can't spell or use correct grammar
3. excessive drunkeness


time is a precious commodity. existence is precocious. using a thesaurus won't make you smarter

neither will a 40,000 dollar college education.



go bulls.

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Feb. 17th, 2007 | 07:40 pm

it's really depressing, 

   when you see someone you have not seen in a long time, 

           and they are exactly the same. 


alphabet aerobics;

Jan. 31st, 2007 | 11:36 am
ca c'est que j'ecoute: blcklcs

Artificial amateurs, aren't at all amazing
Analytically, I assault, animate things
Broken barriers bounded by the bomb beat
Buildings are broken, basically I'm bombarding
Casually create catastrophes, casualties
Cancelling cats got their canopies collapsing
Detonate a dime of dank daily doin dough
Demonstrations, Don Dada on the down low
Eatin other editors with each and every energetic
Epileptic episode, elevated etiquette
Furious fat fabulous fantastic
Flurries of funk felt feeding the fanatics
Gift got great global goods gone glorious
Gettin godly in his game with the goriest
Hit em high, hella height, historical
Hey holocaust hints hear 'em holler at your homeboy
Imitators idolize, I intimidate
In a instant, I'll rise in a irate state
Juiced on my jams like jheri curls jockin joints
Justly, it's just me, writin my journals
Kindly I'm kindling all kinds of ink on
Karate kick type brits in my kingdom
Let me live a long life, lyrically lessons is
Learned lame louses just lose to my livery
My mind makes marvelous moves, masses
Marvel and move, many mock what I've mastered
Niggas nap knowin I'm nice naturally
Knack, never lack, make noise nationally
Operation, opposition, off, not optional
Out of sight, out of mind, wide beaming opticals
Perfected poem, powerful punchlines
Pummelling petty powder puffs in my prime
Quite quaint quotes keep quiet it's Quannum
Quarrelers ain't got a quarter of what we got uh
Really raw raps, risin up rapidly
Riding the rushing radioactivity
Super scientifical sound search sought
Silencing super fire saps that are soft
Tales ten times talented, too tough
Take that, challengers, get a tune up
Universal, unique untouched
Unadulterated, the raw uncut
Verb vice lord victorious valid
Violate vibes that are vain make em vanished
? well would a wise wordsmith just
Weaving up words weeded up, I'm a workshift
Xerox, my X-ray-diation holes extra large
X-height letters, and xylophone tones
Yellow back, yak mouth, young ones yaws
Yesterday's lawn yards sell our (yawn?)
Zig zag zombies, zoomin to the zenith
Zero in zen thoughts, overzealous rhyme zea-lots.

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Jan. 30th, 2007 | 10:36 pm
caress me down: sick sick
ca c'est que j'ecoute: the blow

the only things that matter in life are the details. the idiosyncrisies, the minutae. the coincidences.

everything else is textbook stuff.

i might be as perfect.. or as fucked up as they come;
i drink water with diamonds in it.

and i notice everything.