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I weep.I weep.
I could listen to strings and voices when my own voice rings inside my head late at night, when I cannot sleep. To take my mind from the sorrow I have carried within me all my life that comes out, when i cannot sleep. Sleep won't come to me, sleep won't come to me. And all the thoughts burst into my head and make me weep. Sunlit memory upon my fathers shoulder where I seemed safe Against dreamy games and prizes won with the guardian who kept me safe. I weep. I weep for the father I haven't known and the selfish girl who lives within me. I weep. I weep for the mistakes I weep.
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Golden ButterThe butter dripped down your chin slowly and trailed its why down, rolling through like-peach fuzzed summers just like greasy, MSG Chinese food on ill Pepto-Bismol pink tablecloths in a quiet afternoon, four o'clock dinnertime.
The napkins smelled like Super Motel 6 sheets I learned when the Rangoon drenched my fingertips wet with oil and met my lips on quite an accident. I silently sigh safely in the napkin, in secret sanctity of thought
as I am watching how it is insane-
these careful, calculated movements you have and covert callous thoughts over dim-sum. I become b Golden Butter
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DreamsIn the early morning when no one is awake I lie inside my head dreaming of days I haven't seen Like the scenes I don't mean and its like a rhyme this life day after day
cigarette after cigarette I breathe in this polluted air and this convoluted stare of yours won't leave my thoughts when I wake. The dreams I hope to drown in
seem to seep out my memory like water through a tiny crack in the glass I drink my orange juice from each morning that you picked up from the store 20 pounds hung there and your muscles tore on your way home. &nbs Dreams
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it got stuck in my throat; lodged inside like a rock in the stream I wish I was like I once knew in Colorado where the amount of trees equalled beauty but hid the dangerous antimatter that was disorder and chaos remembering, I know how it used to smell, that hidden ugly, like old milk. And as things continue to change and I continue to age it never slows and I haven't grown accustomed to this new. In the dessert, you As the change
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I weep.

Tue Jan 6, 2009, 11:32 PM

I could listen to strings and voices when my own voice rings inside my head late at night, when I cannot sleep.
To take my mind from the sorrow I have carried within me all my life that comes out, when i cannot sleep.
Sleep won't come to me, sleep won't come to me.
And all the thoughts burst into my head and make me weep.
Sunlit memory upon my fathers shoulder where I seemed safe
Against dreamy games and prizes won with the guardian who kept me safe.
I weep.
I weep for the father I haven't known and the selfish girl who lives within me.
I weep.
I weep for the mistakes of youth and adolescence that cannot be undone.
I weep.
I weep for the things never done and also things that have been done.
I weep.
I weep for the savage disease that wiped myself away from me.
I weep.
I weep for the loving gentleman who protected me and the unhappy mother.
I weep.
for the people I have hurt and the people who have forgiven.

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Current Residence: A chair inside my room inside my apartment in a town in New England
Interests: Music, walking, biking, sketching, parks, museums, art, ballet, theater, other cultures...
Favourite movie: "Amelie" ~ "Atonement" I just recently watched was magnificent.
Favourite band or musician: CocoRosie, Fink, Damien Rice, Be Good Tanyas, Ventriloquist
Favourite genre of music: Anything new and different. Unique sounds and unique sounding lyrics.
Favourite artist: I am very into Stephanie Pui-Mun Law... she makes very detailed and nostalgic feeling pieces
Favourite poet or writer: I appreciate every poet and author I come across equally. Recommendation: Chris Redmond
MP3 player of choice: Ipod
Favourite game: My favorite game of all time is the first Zelda on N64. But I love all games, not just that.
Favourite cartoon character: Bug Bunny always finds time for a carrot.
Personal Quote: Attitude makes everything!
Tools of the Trade: My mind, muscles in my hand, lead and pencil. Then of course my computer with keys.