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:: Tuesday, August 06, 2002 ::

what happens to a dream deferred?

sleep; its the offset reality where we dream things to be true. and 'dreams may be deceiving, like faces are to hearts, but they serve for sweet relieving, when fantasy and reality lie too far apart'.
ha, aint that the truth.
do you eat sleep?
cuz i dont.
not tonight atleast.

"For fucks sake, what more do you want?

Oh, bloody everything. The whole bloody universe made clear--in a little nutshell. I cannot understand a thing any more, and i am just beginning. but i cannot be worrying-worrying all the time about the truth. i have to worry about the truth that can be lived with. and that is the difference between losing your marbles drinking the salty sea, or swallowing the stuff from the streams. you believe in the talking cure, eh? talk, talk, talk and it will be better. be honest, slice open your heart and spread the red stuff around. but the past is made of more than words, dearie. we married old men, you see? these children will always have daddy-long-legs for fathers. one leg in the present, one in the past. no talking will change this. their roots will always be tangled. and roots get dug up. just look in my garden--birds at the coriander every bloody day..."
-excerpt from white teeth

Reality?
by denise bell

when our sweat dries
you light your cigarette
after i meet your needs
will i be like
the curling smoke
you let disappear in the air

currently listening to: Days Go By by Dirty Vegas

days till ISU: 10

hours left to sleep before waking up for work: approximately 4.5

i will do what i will do, never ever listen to you. wear you out like you wear me out.

karma is a bitch my friend, karma is a bitch.

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