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Name: Brian
Location: Chicago, Illinois, United States
Birthday: 12/28/1987
Gender: Male
Interests: Cream soda. From anywhere.
Mmm, mmm.
Expertise: Finding new heights of idiocy.
Lows?
Occupation: Military
Industry: Nonprofit
Message: message me
Website: visit my website
Member Since:
5/22/2003
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| Well, your words, they fit together
like the feathers of a bird
and I know you're not the lesson,
just the poem that I heard
you don't tell me right from wrong
you just look lovely on my lips
I sing your praises in my song
but you look the other way
and it's okay
because I'll hear you anyway
and I'll be there when you fall
and you can trust my heart to hear you
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| develop distant family ties
with people you've never met
let me know if you've ever kept
a different distant dragon on the shore
than the one kept in your eyes
snorting fire at the skies
and watching from its lair
as I contemplate your hair
you're oh so challenging laconic
as your words become draconic
and your family edges forward
from the pages of a novel
that you've put on extended 'maybe'
while you pause to draw your sword
the one I'll take to hold you close
as your wit proves verbose
we're given to these skies, girl,
and I've no time to tell me lies
so are you truth without the baggage
should I bleed to hold you high
or are you content to watch my brow ridge
as I'm lowered to the ground
as ordinary vanquished
as when the war-horns sound
for I shall battle as you wished
til my sneakers fail to hold me
and my faith yet fail to console me
we're given to each other, girl,
and I've no time to tell you lies
there's no such thing as fate
and I'm not the one for you
but tonight we toast to hope
as we hold each others' hands
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| you are my heart, you are my soul, but you're nowhere near perfect, my darling;
I love you, but you're me and I am a ruby amongst diamonds and I'm always in the rough, so I'm sorry,
so sorry for the me that you've become, so sorry for the flaws you haven't found yet...
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| Walking reasonably well
within the confines of my mind
I brake;
a hard right with my heels,
it's what I take
and I am lost quite suddenly
of my own accord
lost in this maze brush, this mind rush
the only thing I'll touch before I reach out to you
bringing in a different kind of song
feel the stone and develop dizzying holds on you
as you grip for the last of my heart
but I pull away
and drag you there
where? well I'll take you anywhere
I want to go
unlimited
by what I know
and in the end we'll all see the snow
reflecting all your hopes and melting in the sun
because we're one
we are the grass,
we are the sun,
we see the stars before our Earth was born
and long after they die we'll be around to mourn
So can't you see
I'm walking around
on the inside of my mind
limited by no circumference of my head
and my soul rebounds
and then rejoins, relives
re-flutters round my world
way past the time they call me dead
so don't you fear
and don't you despair
I can't see you either
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| I think need to stop eating breakfast...I think it's jacking up my metabolism to the point where I can't sleep at night unless I eat something. Hunger pangs start around 11pm, and it's highly unlikely that my roommate will be asleep by then.
Breakfast has also become rather large due to being hungry throughout the night. This impedes my ability to eat a large lunch, and for some reason the portions I eat for lunch and dinner tend to be proportional. Hah, portion, proportional. Anyway, the result is that I get hungry REAL DAMN FAST after dinner and can't sleep.
Reminder: If you eat breakfast, eat a HUGE dinner to stave yourself off until the next breakfast.
The other thing is that last night is one of the few nights I managed to fall asleep without thinking about killing my roommate, either by strangulation or by throwing him out the window. The downside to throwing him out the window is that his body would probably be found that night, and I wouldn't even get one night's full rest. The downside to strangulation is that I'd have to hide the body, which would be a bitch.
I mean, it's probably something we could work out, if I were willing enough to try, but I know for sure that he would not be willing to help me out here. Hell, he used to be a bitch about turning the goddamn lights off. He used to tell me to turn the other way, instead. What a bitch. I doubt he'd be willing to compromise his creepy ambient noises.
Things he does that piss me off and keep me awake: taps his foot loudly, laughs creepily, watches porn, knocks his hand against the desk, hits his head with his fist (it's loud, wtf!)
I asked him to move once, because he was in the way of my chair and he told me to jump into it. GAH. I swear to God, if the school year was one semester longer, I'd end up killing this motherfucker.
Anyway, Crazy Ex called me three times last night at 3am. WTF. I ended up putting my phone on silent, which meant that I missed a call from my mom and my friend who is letting me borrow her i-card for meals. She wanted to be let into the building because she didn't have her card...I did.
Just leave me alone, woman. I want nothing more of you.
And please stop hacking into my shit, and by "hacking," I mean "guessing my passwords because you made me tell you all of them when we were going out."
It pisses me off having to change all of them.
God damn it.
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