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13th March 2003

8:56am: this sub was a terrorist in Ireland and his stories are amazing
Tomorrow, I will be speaking at Casa all day long. So all my homies down there must keep me company during breaks or visit me or something wonderful because I never see you children anymore.
Ah.
I need to do work now.
K
9:36am: I ll keep them still
"Drink up baby
look at the stars
I ll kiss you again

with you hands in the air
waiting to finally be caught

I ll make you mine
deep in my heart"---E.S.



E.S.

Glass stained black
my heart echoes
to you
my feet empty
memories of places past
broken glass
dancing shoes

The hem of my dress
stuck to the fence
my sockets scream of it
torn innocence
fresh blood
broken trusts
empty resistance

I hem
I sew
Fix the broken
Knit a new you.

K>C>N
Current Mood: apathetic
9:51am: If you go, I will surely die.
Break my Body
I'm the hard looser
You'll find me crashing through my mother's door
I am the ugly lover
You'll find us rolling on the dirty floor

Break my body, hold my bones, hold my bones
I'm a belly dancer
I'll shake forever and I'll never care
I'm a building jumper
Roof to roof you see me flying in the air

Break my body, hold my bones, hold my bones

Somebody got hurt
Somebody get hurt
Somebody got her

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