Special favors come in 31 flavors
We're out of mints
Pass the life savers
I'm droppin hints
Candy for candy-coated tongue
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Sunday Mornings Are Getting Old
An empty bottle and a stale soul.

mandolin in my hands
baby is getting bigger now it takes two hands to hold.
and marijane pressed between my lips
baby is getting weaker now it takes two joints to smoke.




12:11 a.m
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Egh
Listening to: modest mouse
Sometime in the week of November 17, 2008
8:56 a.m

Poor rhymes, lyrical flow and a catchy tune; the threat
The odor of ash and hard liquor lingering around; the proof
This denial digs deeper, cracks my core. Trying, with a terrible headache, to make belief this line in a song does not pertain. But yesterday’s excursion would beg to differ. Come to think of it, this whole week does not support my case. Egh.
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Constipated
7:22 pm

This, I guess, is what happens when one fears to verbally release the self centered, narcissistic diarrhea that flows through the mind.

Avoiding the pronoun "I", and now, my lips can leech back onto that cigarette and my mind can pretend nothing applies to me.

Untouchable is something to be, bitches.

hey daddy, ho daddy
never will die
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A Mortal Reminder
12:14 a.m

Death has caught me off guard one too many times. And it is this superficial experience that has scarred me the most.

A deflated blow up doll sitting on the city bus. I'll tell you about it when I have the time.
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Non Fiction Book Recommendations
8:38 p.m

Negotiating With the Dead- Margaret Atwood
Stranger Than Fiction- Chuck Palahniuk (the movie that shares the same title is not an adaptation of this book)
Joke's Over- Ralph Steadman
A Man Without a Country- Kurt Vonnegut
Magical Thinking- Augusten Burroughs
Anything by David Sedaris
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And What Can You See?
6:14 p.m

Courtesy of some high quality marijane, my brain is currently swimming in its own mental vomit.
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