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>>> As I walk back to my warm little cave.
Tuesday, Mar. 04, 2008/12:05 am As I walk back between Champlain and Lady Eaton, the melting snow and the dripping sky around me I can't help but feel I am somewhere else, every moment a new moment. I love walking in the night alone, but for some reason for a fleeting moment i felt like crying. Like a large blob covered in little feelers, wanting to touch and feel everything very moment, suck it in, suck it dry. I look into others too much, and I like skin to much I keep having these lucrative sex dreams, about people I'm not having sex with. I love that when I bleed, I do feel so many things.
2001-2011 �hillery posted by hillery @ 12:05 am on Tuesday, Mar. 04, 2008 >>> I'm lame and I know it
Sunday, Mar. 02, 2008/5:23 pm So's I made it down, flew down to visit la famile during reading week. Oh man, I have the piece of cotton from a cotton swab stuck in my right ear. I guess that's what I get for being overly hygenic these days...I wonder how I am going to get that out of there? In other news I am back in Canada, longing for some movement, got so many places I wanna go. I want to go road trippin to Saint George Island I want to go back to Ashville, I want to go visit Kelly Montreal and then go on to experience the East Coast of Canada, I want to go to Mexico and the uk.... amidst all those thoughts of wonderful places, I thought to myself how really all i want right now is to get off the rag and have really really sloppy sex, forever. just fuck, fuck, fuck and never come down. And then travel. I can't get this cotton out of my ear which is a definet problem. 2001-2011 �hillery posted by hillery @ 5:23 pm on Sunday, Mar. 02, 2008 >>> all it takes for me to stop breathing.
Friday, Feb. 15, 2008/12:39 pm it makes my heart burn to hear you. You sounded so matter of fact, when you called. Like a sales person. All I wanted to do was talk to you until you relaxed, then maybe I could recognize you. you are all it takes for me to stop breathing. I feel hot then cold, then I miss you. You where part of my adolescence, you were part of the soul that shaped me. and that the whole country is between us makes me feel at ease, somewhat, like I might survive. i didn't think you listened to him anymore. To be in close proximity to you, would probably kill me. I wouldn't be able to handle it because you'd be so far away. because I can't recognize you behind your mask. I want to wash your face, and wash away all this, it feels like you've repressed who you are, but I don't know, How could we turn out so differently? Or maybe we were never the same. now I am a zombie and it will take me days to get your face and your smell out of my brain and I don't care if I feel poetic or not. Now all I feel is regret. KT, I regret.
2001-2011 �hillery posted by hillery @ 12:39 pm on Friday, Feb. 15, 2008 >>> Valintine is a saint to miss.
Wednesday, Feb. 13, 2008/12:26 am Desire is a flighty thing Productivity yet To smite it still and what is birthed is more than rest and leave So when a mind and love exist the same, This thought associated with truth and shame 2001-2011 �hillery posted by hillery @ 12:26 am on Wednesday, Feb. 13, 2008 |
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The Story of My Demise and Rebirth Part 1 - Friday, Dec. 16, 2011
A garden to grow. - Monday, Jun. 20, 2011 Spring sunshine - Saturday, Apr. 09, 2011 Paradise - Saturday, Oct. 02, 2010 Who are you meant to be? - Saturday, Sept. 04, 2010 navigate <<<
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