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18th July 2002

12:27am: sam and autumn (a story in caps)
SO ONCE UPON A JULY THERE WAS THIS SASSY COUPLE CALLED "SAM AND AUTUMN" AND THEY HAD A SHOW. THEY WOULD MAKE ANIMALS OUT OF BALLOONS ABOUT THEIR FAVORITE BANDS. THEY WERE QUITE A COUPLE. ART KIDS RUNNING AROUND ON H. KISSING AND MAKING OTHERS SICK. SUN KILLED THEM THOUGH, BUT SOME DAY THEY WILL HEAL AND COME BE COUPLY WITH SIMONE AND HER MANY MEN.
Current Mood: lonely
11:43am: someone is invading my dreams
You remember how you would tell me all about what you dreamed about? Diagramming it on your walls, jumping about in the shoe stores. Well, bread wanting boy, last night I has a very odd dream. Here it is, for you.



First, I went to a show that was weird.


Then, I had to do something for a Spanish class but I did not know what the homework was...I had to call someone.



Then my mom's friend Renee came over and I got my mail. There was a lot for me, and in my mail there were a couple red velvet envelopes. I knew they were from you. There was this huge fight, Renee tried to get them away from me. I swore, and shoved...then ran to the bathroom to read your mail. Inside was a cloth thing with Homer Simpson and flowers on it and a letter that was very long but seemed to just be a copy of your diary. Then the phone rang, and I woke up.
3:36pm: well the fuse blew, and the sparks flew
"Cross my face"


Why would I think anyone had to be anything. You are you. Nothing else. And, I like you. I still like you, I like who I saw. I like you, Frank, pre-H, pre-girlfriend. I liked you that night, on the bumper cars....and the first night...on the pool table. I did, I liked you then, even with your bad hair. I like you still, with the spits and the cigs and the ex. I still like you. I do not know why. I can not help who I like, and though you do not feel the same now, I will not waver in heart. Now they tell me you will be away tonight so I can not tell you. But I do Frank, I like you. So find me on another night, and talk to me. Let me help you smile. Let me help you breathe.


















Bo BO, what can I say? I would kiss you if you would stop jumping around.
















Take me aboard.
Current Mood: sad
3:41pm: you are so freaky
Last night I was your rocking chair, now I don't know where you are. No, I don't know where you are.




Now I don't mind a fast car, just as long as I get to where you are.



Last night there was a party here, with a band so loud you could hear them on the North Star, gonna trace it to where you are.
7:37pm: I had to shut you down
My Grandma bought me clean things, so I showered again and now I am soosoooooo clean.



I smell amazing. I smell like me, like me from before, and me now. So, if you see me tonight...smell me.



The only problem is that I bought my old shampoo and it reminds me of Joseph, the Joseph I held...the one I loved. And it also reminds me of my depression, the very beginning of it though...before I knew what it was. Childhood.




I love you, so smell me.
Current Mood: clean
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