curbdrop out of grace

voice pollution

2009-08-09T22:25:00.003-05:00

you say
you blame
your way
the same
the sound
just noise
you make
each day
the fire
your flames
expires
their names
you say
you say
you say

your friends
your voice
your choice
this noise
your spit
we're split
bit lip
i quit
the sea
decay
all fish
the same
you say
you say
you say

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2007-02-28T22:02:00.000-05:00

if we became strangers would we be in danger of falling in love all over again,
i think about it some days,
i hope you do.

i would do anything for you if it would bring you closer to me,
i think about it some days,
i hope you do.

2007-02-25T20:39:00.000-05:00

when things go wrong each day the trouble of time floods a million voices and images half blurred in time and half hurried from disasterous pain. utterly, unspeakable, predictable human flesh filled nerves pin needles and screaming lights blazing your trouble young mind.

your one chance, my gift to you, i retract. you cannot have me back for you cannot make things whole again. things will never be the same. sin and sun have bled into one.

i keep tonguing the wound, the crack in my smile. as if there will be something different there this time. maybe a different outcome. a suprise? no suprise. but the possibility of result is the reason behind the action.

potential = action = reaction = assessment = hope = potential

take the time to smell the roses and when miss winter comes, you will have your memory to hold you company when no natural flower blooms for months counted with huddled cigarette butts at the sidewalk cracks outside of your front door.

2007-02-20T22:45:00.000-05:00

in the secrets buried deep
rise from ashes in my sleep
the desire i can't keep
or bare to look at

naked love run underneith
convicted with each one i meet
the hour moans in willed defeat
as i stand laying down

fuck you and my intentions you rode in on

rape me in the morning

2007-02-20T00:28:00.000-05:00

If I or someone else were raping a girl and she screamed "get off me", wouldn't that encourage you to want to have simultaneous orgasms?

Maybe I'm retarded but "get off me" and "get me off" seem awefully similar.

Teenage Wet Dream

2007-02-05T21:52:00.000-05:00

the christmas lights all the same to me
hanged expectations on the tree
the house filled with moments i will not repeat
wrapped up like presents underneith

somewhere a girl must be missing me
so long ago a memory
someday i'll make something comforting
pills girls jobs a family

my memories are downing me
blacked out months and oh my god
the smiles i bleed cheap scenery
the only things i've got
where i want to be i'm not

my mind on fire so i'm drinking now
call up a girl i never see
no words exchanged now i'm lonelier
closed eyes imagine you and me

my memories are downing me
blacked out months and oh my god
the smiles i bleed cheap scenery
the only things i've got
who i'm with is not who i want

Corporate Zombies

2007-02-05T20:55:00.000-05:00

I woke up this morning feel ill. It wasn't the normal illness that overcomes once realizing that I am no longer allowed to lay in bed, rubbing toes and inching towards ecstasy. It was the sort of illness that comes from making out with an asstray.

At first I didn't notice but as I stood huddled underneith the showerhead, warmth flowing in the shape of gravity, I realized something wasn't right.

When I got out it was far worse. Sidenote, one of my biggest pet peeves in life: being rushed out of the comfort of a hot shower.

I gathered some clothes off my floor and walked into the living room. The place a grave of a pizza party the nite before. The smells of rotting cheese which in itself is rot didn't hurt. I was already badly wounded.

I put on my snowboarding coat. I put on my winter hat. I walked back to the bathroom to look at myself. I looked like a kid who had just come in from a streetfight. My nose was flushed with blood, although temporarily contained within.

I walked down the hall which always reminds me of the Shining.

Open
Step in
Button
Close
Open
Step Out
and so on.

I stepped outside and felt my desire freeze with my nostrals. Man. I hate my job yet I'm willing to walk in Siberia for a fucking bus to take me to a 12-hour session, trying my patience. Soon I will quit. Or else soon I will die.

And I walk in, flip on my laptop and sweep papers out of the way. Finally I find some tissue paper. And I blow like a sperm whale.

Boom goes the dynomite.

Work passes. There's nothing much to say except it was my typical anger taking over my body. There was much cursing. There was much fist pumping but not in celebration of rock n roll.

Suddenly it's 7:30pm and I decide it's time to leave. I don't feel well. My eyes burn like an STD. My fingers are sore like a finger puppeteer. I am ready to go [home].

I wait for a train this time. I sit next to a van who sweats nicotine. I close my eyes and slide into my music. I drift until I get up to leave. And I step outside and the cold hits me. Bitter. So bitter.

I begin the walk towards home, stopping in to a Jamba Juice to get a smoothie. It's not the smoothie that I crave, rather I'm longing for the immunity boost that I hope will kill the evils terrorizing my senses. I walk out.

Down the dark street. Further like a tunnel. Gaining ground on the lake. Each way I face the winds slashes my face. I see a car speed on by cutting me off at an intersection. I would curse but I must save my breath for breathing. I am tired. And I am wounded. Finally, I'm in the building.

Open
Step in
Button
Close
Open
Step Out
and so on.

How many times have I gone through the motions? How many actions could I do blindfooded or drunk?

So this is my life.

while i can

2007-02-04T23:21:00.000-05:00

i don't listen
i don't wanna
you're not my girlfriend
or my mama
go on keep complaining
keep on pushing
all the words you're pissing
they do nothing
walk out like you matter
as if i'll run out after

i'm not lazy
just don't wanna
i'd rather stay in
smoke marijuana
go on keep complaining
keep on tripping
all the words you're pissing
they do nothing
walk out like you matter
as if i'll run out after

do what i want
at twenty-five
i decide what i decide

break your heart not
cause i wanna
i don't have plans to
i'm just gonna
go on keep complaining
keep on pushing
all the words you're pissing
they do nothing
walk out like you matter
as if i'll run out after

2007-02-04T22:47:00.000-05:00

you slipped your face into my head
make me forget what i had said
about taking some time to clear my mind

2007-01-27T19:52:00.000-05:00

Philip Shih
Location of Death:	Chicago, IL
Date of Death:	1/27/2035 5:52:13 PM
Last Person Called:	Edwin
Last Number Dialed:	911
Autoposy Performed:	Yes
Date of Autoposy:	1/27/2035 8:52:13 PM
Cause of Death:	Lethal Injection
See your own death. Or Try this Awsome Game

2007-01-27T19:50:00.000-05:00

Charlie Lucky
People Iced:	Forty One
Car Bombs Planted:	Eighteen
Favorite Weapon	A Cleaver
Arms Broken:	Fourteen
Eyes Gouged:	Twenty Five
Tongues Cut Off:	Ten
Biggest Enemy:	Butter Fingers
Get Your HITMAN Name AWSOME-GAME

2007-01-27T19:14:00.000-05:00

another girl
another wasted year
another round of beers
another girl

i lost a shirt
i lost some dvds
i lost a few cds
i lost a girl

next time i know
next time i'll take it slow
the walls already built
for the next girl

another girl
dust collects on photographs
too soon to throw out the trash
another ghost

2007-01-15T20:25:00.000-05:00

MAG

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MAG

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jen's boobies

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han solo?

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who did the dishes without me?

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metro

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my crotch

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i heart power

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a camera great

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still a camera

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that's a large bush

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it's called a "camera"

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look at this stupid kid

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touch your nose.

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dad resting his eyes

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uh i'm so tired

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commies

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westen still sucks dick

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jane's hot green hat

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this camera takes pictures upside down too!

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yeah

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cleats

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i remember that shirt

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smiles

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wii

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duck!

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kim's: boy side

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dijem

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kim's: girl side

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if paul was tall and i was a midget

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other table

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is that a crease or a nip?

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text that bitch

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looking so good

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leo's

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alien

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sloppy dog

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yummy yum

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bizarre

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negative

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serious?