~Tragisch
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Hello.Lately I have been calmly concerning myself with nostalgia. I think of video and pool games post jacuzzi sessions, sleeping on the basement couch, cereal run in the morning. How blue and water-like your eyes were.Hello.
Remember when I kissed you while you were driving? I'm sorry you got pulled over then in between their town and ours. I was sure that was a sign; we never kissed again.
You must have thought it was never reciprocated, but for so long, it always was. I wanted you on our late night live Incubus walk, the one with the crickets. That's why I held my head so
by ~Tragisch
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piece it together.i collect books and reptiles glasses stained blue and sea weed and reasons to love him but i could neverpiece it together.
ever have too many of those.
they say to cherish your childhood because once it's gone you can never get it back not even a piece
but i say they're wrong as i rushed headlong
twenty one years just to fall in love with someone who smells like my childhood
like freshly cut grass and trips to the ocean drops of chlorine pool water air drying on tanned skin
while the sun sets
and i may have forg
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- Current Residence: San Diego by way of Iowa.
- Interests: Music, nature, art, conversation, Mitch Hedberg, newness, open fields, sky, anything Beat.
- Favourite movie: Shortbus, Eternal Sunshine, Igby Goes Down, Basquiat, Stranger Than Fiction, Waking Life.
- Favourite band or musician: Ani DiFranco, Aesop Rock, Iron and Wine, Radiohead, the Marley's, Scott Matthew, Azure Ray.
- Favourite genre of music: Sad, pretty acousitc indie. With piano. And cello.
- Favourite artist: Alex Grey/Van Gogh.
- Favourite poet or writer: Ani DiFranco/Conor Oberst.
- MP3 player of choice: iPod.
- Tools of the Trade: Anything I can write on.
- Email: thisclumsyform@gmail.com
- AIM: DreamtOfAMirrorx
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Well, I didn't remember much, but it was you and this painter from back home (Slid) and I. We were sitting in a room outside of a giant carousel - the gold ones with the whites horses with the blue saddles and the red stirrups and the yellowing manes and the cracked tails - and you two wanted to show me something. You were holding a book in your hand - an old, tattered, really pretty book - and Slid was mad at me like he is in non-dream life presently and I kept interrupting you, saying something like: "No one is there to turn the carousel off, and the light is flashing!" Slid kept telling me someone would come and you kept smiling patiently like I was asking you if I could ride and was tugging at your shirt sleeve. You opened the book eventually and I looked down and asked: "How do you know?" And you replied: "Well, how do you know me?" Slid raised his eyebrows in your defense and I said: "Not well" and went on about the carousel. Eventually someone turned the switch and you sat there smiling out of the corner of your eye. That's all I remember.
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"We were made to fight and fuck and talk and fight again."
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...These walls are like paper, i can hear everything...EVERYTHING...
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