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9th December 2002

10:27am: Standing on the Beach.
Robbie wrote a song about my favorite book once.
I realized that while listening to Chuck's vinyl...the one I am buying for my own today.
Yip yip.


I keep getting compared (as in recognition) to pretty people...it is a passive boost of self esteem.

Who wants to go to San Jose (you must have wheels) with me Sat. to go see Fairview and such for free?
Respond to this...then call.
Current Mood: anxious
8:04pm: I can't say nothing. For you I feel nothing. Complete.
Just say it to my face! Just say it!
Try to say it to my face.
She was crazy.
She was obsessed.
She claimed love.
But what is there else to claim with a young girl and an older boy.
She thought she could trust one to close to the spirits.
Someone who forged it all can not be trusted.
Kept all their words and touch secret so now...
in all his glory, she could be ignored.
A psycho .
Have you not ever been broken?
You so quick to judge, you so quick to speak ill.
The one with the golden hair is broken.
She lay in the gutter, this is true.
Kicked by the end beat of his heart.
Now spit on by your judgment.
"Don't let it bother you"
Things that break the broken are not bothersome.
They are evil.


Let's Go To Bed

Let me take your hand
I'm shaking like milk
Turning
Turning blue
All over the windows and the floors
Fires outside in the sky
Look as perfect as cats
The two of us together again
But it's just the same
A stupid game
But I don't care if you don't
And I don't feel if you don't
And I don't want it if you don't
And I won't say it
If you don't say it first
You think you're tired now
But wait until three...
Laughing at the Christmas lights
You remember
From December
All of this then back again
Another girl
Another name
Stay alive but stay the same
It's just the same
A stupid game
But I don't care if you don't
And I don't feel if you don't
And I don't want it if you don't
And I won't play it
If you don't play it first
You can't even see now
So you ask me the way
You wonder if it's real
Because it couldn't be rain...
Through the right doorway
And into the white room
It used to be the dust that would lay here
When I came here alone
But I don't care if you don't
And I don't feel if you don't
And I don't want it if you don't
And I won't say it
If you don't say it first
Doo doo doo doo
Let's go to bed!
Doo doo doo doo
Let's go to bed!
R.S.
Current Mood: gloomy
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