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Stream of consciousness, take one: ... that was not successful. Prom drama is a bitch. So is this kid next to me. Just kidding I love him. I plan on him living in my house forever and he should probably plan his life accordingly. Now he's being a jerk by asking for help on Calc homework. Asshole. Trampoline? I need to write thank you notes. Mom made 18 sandwiches. Shit. Not shit. Shit. Yeah, shit. This kid knows where I live. Hmmm... I haven't been on here in ages. This is probably why.

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This isn't mine... I'm just a little obsessed with it.

I played connect the dots with your beauty marks
And I ended up with picture perfect sheet music
I read your musical notes with a composer's eyes
And heard our song for the first time
My spine is still tingling, mental images of your fine tune
Every now and then you can catch me humming
Your nudity under my heavy breath
I heavily suggest you resurrect
Your ancient neglected dust collector
If you distrust the distance in my seldom plucked heart strings
Sit stripped before your full length
Perform your reflection backwards
Maybe then you will understand the rhythm in my movement
Listen when the news is sent
Extend when the rules are bent
I'll be waiting to take your leave
Make me a victim of your two step
Make me an apprentice of your body parts
Teach me to dance to your beauty marks
I'm stepping on toes here and I don't care
It's hopeless, it's hopeless
It's hopelessness holding this openness to blow a kiss
So close your lips but don't get pissed
And throw a fist at this vocalist
I'm not emotionless, in fact, I broke my wrist
When I wrote the list of all those I miss
This is my poker face, Mister Feel Nothing

Hopeless- Sage Francis

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(an embarassing) Work in Progress

Slow way down
This isn't over
The ink isn't dried
The paper's not folded
This string is too strong to unwind.

Lie To me
(I) Won't let this be over
I don't know the time
We've been here three nights,
and I think that one more's just fine

Chorus: [Sometimes
I tell you I can't sleep
Just to see if you'll stay awake with me
So tell me a story
I'll tell you one too
We'll pretend together we don't know the truth
(We always do)]

We've stolen
Lines from our favorite
Songs, smokes from the store,
Kisses in hallways,
and All the time we can afford.

But now we're
Turning the corner
I'm closing my eyes
and My heart is breaking
As you move your hand to the door.

(slow down, slow down, slow down)

[chorus]

[[this coffee-stained note
we're all paper thin
your fingers in mine
let me breathe it all in
we've come this far I know
there's no looking back
we'll figure this out
just don't let this night end]]

More (better things, hopefully) to come.

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Food For Thought on a Sunday Night...

I wish I had more time to read... ...really, I wish I had more time, period. I wish I was prettier, and that I wasn't so superficial. I want to fall asleep inside Chris Cornell's voice. I need to learn how to worry less. Why can't you end a sentence with a preposition? Why don't people recycle? I want to make out in the kitchen and then watch Charlie Wilson's War in my pajamas with a bowl of ice cream. I need to lose weight. Are people inherently good? Why am I so mediocre?

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Inauguration 2009

Today was far better than Christmas. At 12 pm today, Barack Obama became our 44th president, and I almost peed in excitement. The First Family is absolutely beautiful (I'm still crossing my fingers to be adopted by them) and I'm so glad that things went so well. For the record, to those of you who are misinformed, Obama did NOT mess up the oath of office, Chief Justice John Roberts did. Regardless, I have absolute faith that President Obama will make good on his promises, though I'm aware he can't possibly live up to the high standards that we have set for him. Though I'm also convinced that anything the man does will be an improvement over the last eight years. My fingers are crossed for the Obama and Biden families' safety. Also, a friend brought me the latest Chiodos CD -- I love it.

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