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September 19th, 2005


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02:54 pm - SDFGIOPSD-0FIDSFQQ
i am ONLY JUst a boy and i do boy things my hair wont curl right to-day
i am wearing rings

i am ONLY JUst a boy and i do boy things what the fuck is wrong with you
stop staring at me

i am ONLY JUst a boy and i do boy things, i gag myself with my tooth brush
fuck you who cares

i am a boy and i do boy things, i try to look positively at the world
and i fail(succeed)

i am a good boy and i do boy things, i go to class
without my rings

i am an awesomely good boy and i do boy things

I GET FUCKIN LOCKED UP IN JAIL AND HOLD MY SANITY IN MITTENS THAT DONT EXIST

WRITE THIS DOWN (WRITE IT!), ESPECIALLY YOU, BISHOP, BUT NOT THE PAWN

HAZEL EYES
DARK THINNING HAIR
IS IT OVER, YET?
ARE THESE TIDES JUST COMING UP TO MY NECK?
AM I THE ONLY ONE HERE WHO HASNT FIXED MY RUBIKS CUBE?
AM I THE ONLY ONE HERE WHO CASTS A SHADOW?
ARE YOU THE ONLY ONE HERE WHO THINKS YOU KNOW SHIT?
BECAUSE

YOU.
I.
WE.
DONT.

You, I, wedon't

YOU.
I.
WE.
DONT.

You, I, wedon't

poetry (c) Jeremy Martin
Current Mood: totally fucked

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From:black_monolith
Date:September 22nd, 2005 04:31 am (UTC)
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Yes, my gag thing is an affirmation of life. Griffin you need to get yours back and here's how you can start.

a.) dont look in the mirror as much
b.) dont think unless its necessary, walk around and be a jello cube
c.) come see me, i'll make it all better
d.) dont EVER worry about who you are or where you are or what you are doing. Don't tell your brain what to do, just feel through it. We, at 21 and 22 (peers) don't have a fucking right to know who we are yet or worry about knowing. Glide on the ice.. turn your jello cube into a giant skating rink.. life is a skating rink, Griffin... the ice froze over..
e.) happy thoughts. here's a few: in the rain of 4th of July in Rome with the glow thingies.. we were up to our waists. we ran from that weed house where the china girl was talking drug nonsense and laid on the hood of my car and had a magic tea party under the chandalier of a house that we either saw or that we saw because we were high.
f.) meditate. it sounds dumb but it works. sit indian style and picture a white wall and close those pretty little greenish eyes.
g.) please come tomorrow

lovelovelove

jeremy

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