tired and taking
green pills with a mouthful
of saliva
too lazy to travel
downstairs to get a glass
of water or whatever
will help sleep come
if it werent for
ghosts and frightening
feelings creeping up
beside neck hairs
in the dark
Id be fine
although I wonder
if they are in the room
or if their room is rented in my
mind
and if they exist
or once existed
as past relationships, acquaintances, one night stands, drinking buddies, children and sadness
or all of the above













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I suppose that could be true, be they "spirits of the departed" or simply our own ghosts from the past.
Enjoyed =]
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"They turn over their little purple moonlight pages, in which their secret naked doodlings do show..."
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~I find it kind of funny, I find it kind of sad, that the dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had ~ "Mad World"
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Singing is suppose to be intimate. Like sex between you and the mic.
~Me
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And the pen scribbled forever more
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i would put a link... but i have no freaking idea how to do that, be cause i suck at computers.
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check out my stuff
i would put a link... but i have no freaking idea how to do that, be cause i suck at computers.
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Je ne dis cela parce que Je t'aime.
J'ai toujours aimé vous. J'ai toujours volonté.
i think it would sound perfectly if to read it aloud, in a calm low voice while some ambient music is playing
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It is best not to think too much of the future. Because, when it becomes a reality, it will never be like you imagined. Partially because no one ever has the weirdness to imagine things like brushing their teeth.
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