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I recycle.A beautiful contradiction.
We are made of love and the beauty stemming from it. We are made of love and the fractures left by the lack of it.

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Sometimes words do it justice (or thereabouts)

He saw his first shooting star and wished that we would be together forever. He said "I love you ... and I will give you space if that is what you need, as long as you are mine to give space to." &nbs...
Posted by on Sat, 09 Aug 2008 16:22:00 GMT

So tonight that I might see

Still fallingBreathless and on againInside todayBeside me todayAround broken in twotill you eyes shedInto dustLike two strangersTurning into dusttill my hand shook with the way I fearI could possibly ...
Posted by on Tue, 10 Jul 2007 14:38:00 GMT

It's been a while

1. Last cigarette:...Saturday night. Bummed one off a guy who turned out to be a creep. Surprise!2. Last beverage:...Tea. I'm so British now.3. Last phone call:...Dorothy to tell me she GOT THE JOB!4....
Posted by on Mon, 18 Jun 2007 01:42:00 GMT

Some words on God...

**Read this book! It's intoxicating, full of lore and majesty... Pi's spirit of triumph and humility is enough to make you weep. I wish his chararcter existed, or that I might absorb some of it into m...
Posted by on Mon, 19 Feb 2007 10:01:00 GMT

Go figure

Al Gore's not a retard after all... "I know that there are people who dismiss the environment as irrelevant to their everyday existence and I think I know one reason why. When I was in Washington as a...
Posted by on Sun, 28 Jan 2007 15:08:00 GMT

Well I guess that's it

Once again my head won't let my heart go where it wants to and the words just won't come out. But fortunately someone else's words do the trick. We might kiss when we are aloneWhen nobody's ...
Posted by on Fri, 26 Jan 2007 19:19:00 GMT

Sometimes it's not love... Sometimes lines get blurred

One night to be confusedOne night to speed up truth We had a promise made Four hands and then away Both under influence we had divine scent To know what to say Mind is a razorblade To call for hands o...
Posted by on Tue, 12 Dec 2006 01:04:00 GMT

foolishness

"...how pointless life could be, what a foolish business of inventing things to love just so you can dread losing them..."
Posted by on Sat, 02 Sep 2006 17:53:00 GMT

heavy

None of these thoughts are original, particularly insightful, certainly not useful... but they hit me like an anvil dropped on your toe. Funny how 9/10 (probably more but I'm not good with fuzzy ...
Posted by on Thu, 29 Jun 2006 22:31:00 GMT

Just to clarify, this is probably going to piss some people off.

I'm sure it's no secret that I'm moving back to Scotland. Bought a one-way ticket this time. This news is frequently met with puzzled stares... "Why do you like it so much? It can't be the weather..."...
Posted by on Thu, 22 Jun 2006 13:16:00 GMT