January 2012
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Well I wrote your name and burned it to see the colour of the flame. And it burned out the whole spectrum, as if you were everything. Mine just burned gold. A normal flame. I am not anything.
I’m a headin’ down, down, down- down to the river ‘cause I don’t believe in medicine.
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His lips were stained with the sour taste of bitter Every so often tainted memories would come spilling out Like toxins A regurgitating form of venting His words poured out his heart onto a tarnished platter Overcome with confined resentment Disdain overshadowing any sense of mind He had been hurt And that’s the only way he could describe it With a festering anger Ready to pounce...
“I love you also means I love you more than anyone loves you, or has loved you,...”
– Jonathan Safran Foer
It feels much better to know that you won’t feel a thing.
You know, Mr. Hyde comes out when The Eagles are on; you turn on the greatest hits, and, you know, Dr. Jekyll just gets a 180 makeover and comes at you like a bull with horns made of bulls. Just a three-pronged-bull-bull. Boy, oh boy.
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I am on the mend; at least now I can say that I am trying. And I hope you will forget things I still lack.
