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Friday, September 26, 2008
What we aim for
The only one brilliant enough to sear my skin and parch my lips has forced me into the shade. Like a fool I look on, squinting, with a hand upon my brow. Like an enigma I've deigned to take at face value, this one's pushed me up against denial and successfully stared me down to my knees.

Regardless of the damned way it seems to fit me into its hours purely out of convenience, like an insignificant after-thought (you cocky little --!), the way I could possibly be but one of its many sources of amusement; I can't seem to settle for (or down, with) any other star.

Explain to me why that is, and I will give you a cookie.

On a lighter note, I think everyone should download Kiss The Girl by Colbie Callait :) Yes, Kiss The Girl from The Little Mermaid! Good hits, good hits :)

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Saturday, September 20, 2008
Word vomit
If I could take you in, I'd breathe you in. If you could fill my lungs, I'd take you in like menthol, to clear my head. I do take you in, like menthol, for that sudden sting. Straight up to the system, like a shot up those valves! You're like a goddamn sensation.

Bubble gum pop highschool hits and cherry flavored hormones. So this is you and how you do. I never would've guessed (though everyone else knew)

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Sunday, September 14, 2008
Draw your own conclusions
You've grown into a mystery, and I'm (so suddenly) unsure. All I can say for certain is that this hasn't happened before. When I call you a stranger, slowly to myself, I don't mean it in the way that I should. I mean that I don't know you the way that I would if I could. I mean that your name and your face and the way you fit into the subject of "you and I", are questions I can't comprehend. I mean that the answers I wish we could come up with, leave me at my wits' end.

You've grown to become a reason, inching your way into my head..and I'm running out of excuses. I'm running out of rhymes, I'm running out of luck and I'm going insane, trying to make my mind up so I can catch you before I let you run out the door. Because something, some tiny little echo in the back of my head, is telling me that this could be so much more than what I imply.

I can see myself, struggling, so clearly; hiding behind my half meant lines..the lines that I drop so often that I've made quite a mess of emotions. I'd take full responsibility for all this confusion if I could honestly say that you -and the way you are just so you; didn't deserve much more credit than I'll probably ever let you know.

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Friday, September 12, 2008
Sneak a peek
This sudden loss of time and means and words with which to write, has led me to the following realization: I need to need to need to find myself.

And I want to want to want to see you, just because it's been a while, stranger. Or maybe I need to need to need to see you, just because I want to.

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