jessie j - without you

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the refreshing tone of friend makes me wonder... in a pool full of lies, just how much are false truths worth?

i learned to swim. through acts of light and refreshing courses of love, i learned.
in clear water and warmed air. i swam for hours.

awoke with the smell of sewage and drunken nights i was warned of failure. i forgot how to swim, in sludge and cold air. i swam for minutes.

in all the time we spent you lied, and now there exists a memory of false realities.

i think someone just did broke into a car across the street.



*thanks glee

#mynextboo

word to the wise?

 

snorting knowledge

the ancients spoke of one true immortal. not in understanding, but in hopes to understand.

the poets stood by, and wrote not in hopes to understand, but in understanding. pieces de love, honor, power, man, and the laws.

the ancients criticized such hopeful, for they understood not what they wrote, but wrote what they did not understand. as for the philosophers, they in similar fashions, spoke not what the knew, but what they craved to know.

speaking of truths that i don't understand and being respected, that of the poetry.
speaking of truths i know i don't understand and being ridiculed, that of philosophy. 

wisdom, or word to the wise?

word to the drunk...

...stop pointing out the obvious flaws. you know me. i know me. accept it, or get lost.

paint

 i really like jojo. and travis garland has a really nice voice. not a real significant song..but it sounds nice.

i just saw a documentary...

...on Antarctica. if all the ice melts...where will the penguins dance?

what kind of fuckery....

for the moment and the mood. im single. :-(

i don't like you

for all the beach houses in idaho

wake up

as thoughts of love from the future lead way through mental canals created without purposes, questions of life after love follow closely. life after happiness beg themselves for answering.

the existing state of death has not quite manifested into...existence. whether that be a debate of philosophy or linguistics the dilemma is quite consistent...can death be?

unfortunately, i am not sure.

i'll let you know when i'm dead

i wish a nigga would...

i know a nigga will.

i remember jesus...

perfection.

on love

with matters of the heart, gender has not much if no significance at all.

i took a shit....

...it felt good.

heche en la cabeza del nino

tranquilo

miracles happen over night only in movies based on fairytales.


you may say that im a dreamer...but im not.

V1

do not what the heart asks of the soul.

i've come to the point of denial. as a unit, we have traveled down the runway to the point of critical choice.

to fly in anguish hoping a safe return in other places, a happier adventure.
to brake, stop, discontinue the idea of upward mobility and hope that the runway is able to endure such a sudden halt.

i wanna fly, but maybe i can't hold on to you.
slash...who wants to fall?

word

for the grumpy gills

aesthetics of contemporary music

lyrics in solitude is mere poetry.
for without the company of instrumentals we are composed to enjoy misery.


i'd give my all for love...harmony.

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