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Saturday, December 12th, 2037
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Our smoke hums upward gumming through the blue-white skylights
while our spit drips down past the beams
and is lost before it hits the ground.
My weight sways slightly, although the railing catches me,
so I blink and blink again downwards towards our target.
Clacking sounds from somewhere remind me of why we are waiting, and
what all this wood and plastic is doing suspended while
Our smoke hums upward gumming through the blue-white skylights,
while our spit drips down past the beams
and is lost before it hits the ground.
The Clacking sounds from somewhere peak and remind me of why we are waiting, and
what all this wood and plastic is doing suspended so precociously in the air.
Our smoke hums upward, gumming through the blue-white skylights
while our spit drips down past the beams
and is lost before it nears the ground.
Suddenly, the train is there and we rise and cover the ground between us and it,
and, finding ourselves inside and alone, we decide to have a smoke.
I turn to you and begin a short speech on the merit of friendship
and the importance of nighttime exercise, and you nod in agreement.
We find ourselves at home, drinking water from the faucet in turns,
unfocused but determined to find our way to bed.
I am on top of a taxicab on the interstate, unbothered by the wind,
preparing to leap diagonally to my left. I raise my heels, bounce, and
jump; The chassis bows, scraping its bumper on the road as the driver scrambles
to position the wheels in a new direction to combat the strain from the bottom of my feet,
which crush the yellow metal with such incredible force as to leave
two stark depressions, each in the shape of the front half of a bare human foot
sunken into the hood, where each of my toes had first hooked into the metal
and then pulled it back as you would a sheet.
I speed forward through the dusk, upwards and over concrete dividers, cars, and
spinning gravel, peaking, and bouncing back downwards in a fantastic arc
to land on the roof of a second, similar taxicab.
I hit lightly, transferring the momentum from my body into the car,
my palms supported by strong fingers against the canopy.
I stare straight ahead, knees bent, elbows crooked, heels up, looking for the next car.
I am awoken later by thirst.
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Smoke hums upward gumming through the-white skylights
while our spit drips down past the beams
and is lost before it hits the ground.
Clacking sounds from somewhere remind me of why we are waiting, and
what all this wood and plastic is doing suspended so
Smoke hums upward gumming through the-white skylights
while our spit drips down past the beams
and is lost before it hits the ground.
Clacking sounds from somewhere remind me of why we are waiting, and
what all this wood and plastic is doing suspended so precociously in the air.
I turned to you and begin a short speech on the merit of friendship
and the importance of nighttime exercise, and you nod in agreement.
Suddenly, the train is there and we rise and cover the ground between us and it,
and, finding ourselves inside and alone, we decide to smoke.
Removing ourselves from the car, we navigate our way around the corner
to home, into our room and into our blankets. Salutations are
exchanged from bunk to bunk.
I find myself on top of a taxicab on the interstate,
preparing to leap diagonally and to my left. I raise my heels, bounce, and
jump. The chassis bows, scraping its bumper on the road and the driver scrambles
to position the wheels in a new direction to combat the regain control from the bottom of my feet,
which pushed against the yellow metal with such incredible force as to leave
two stark depressions, each in the shape of a bare human foot
sunken into the hood, where each of my toes had first hooked into the metal
and then pulled it back as easily as you would a sheet.
I am now speeding forward through the dusk, upwards over a concrete dividers, cars, and
spinning gravel, peaking, and bouncing back downwards in a fantastic change of
direction to land on the roof of a second, similar taxicab.
I land lightly, transferring the momentum from my body into the car,
my palms supported by strong fingers against the canopy.
I stare straight ahead, knees bent, elbows crooked, heels up, looking for the next car.
I am awoken later by thirst.
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She says "wake up, it's no use pretending"
I'll keep stealing, breathing her.
Birds are leaving over autumn's ending
One of us will die inside these arms
Eyes wide open, naked as we came
One will spread our ashes 'round the yard
She says "If I leave before you, darling
Don't you waste me in the ground"
I lay smiling like our sleeping children
One of us will die inside these arms
Eyes wide open, naked as we came
One will spread our ashes round the yard
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So this is what I woke up to this morning, a half crazy lovers note to alcohol.
I'll leave it up for you to enjoy.
Also I was wearing two seperate pairs of underwear?
Strange.
As a developing alcoholic, I've a question.
What is there?
Nightly I've been in the grip of a terrible drug,
dragging me uncompromisingly into a state of complete and, well, uncompromisable understanding.
Usually of 1990's Brit-Pop.
(There is tonight;)
There is no other time in which a bass has awakened me on so many levels. It
pulses in such a way... It shakes my every conscious cell loose from my body, a mess of a
nervous system, soupy on the floor. I mourn for the death of the century, I weep for the charming
man, I long for the girl who will take me away from this big bad world and agree to
marry me.
It melts on such a level, indescribable... "Chinese Bombs"...
Just for tonight I get to be molten tin, slipping through bed springs...
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Another Basin of Afterbirth Casserole, Anyone?
Is there such a thing as purpose?
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Every spasmic excuse that a certain guitarist pretends is a living, breathing, riff peaks somewhere
around my chest and burns through my head like devil-thermite. Its just noise, white noise.
Crank it up so I can't hear the idling truck outside the window, the fight in the hull house next to
ours... Let it breath... A mess of soupy, unformed distraction;
White Noise.
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I done fucked up. And I didn't even realize it for over a year.
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I'd have to say "Crotch" is the ugliest word in the English language.
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Tuesday, December 1st, 2037
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I've decided to update more.
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Borders woke me up around 2:30 today with an exciting job oppurtunity,
let's hope that goes well. However, I highly suggest to everyone that at some
point in their rent-paying life they become unemployed. It's a strange feeling
to be stuck in limbo where the only difference between life and your parents
house is a few months without a phone call.
-Bibbles Out.
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What a trip man, What a trip.
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In Other news, I'm all moved in at 4818 N. Magnolia Ave, Chicago, Il. 60640.
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"The usage of sarcasm in the essay made it difficult for the reader to understand the tone"
-My english teacher.
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Why can't I get - - - - just one kiss... doo doo doo doo - - - - doo doo dooo
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Is there anyone out there who has a synth i can buy? Or knows someone who can sell me one. Low-mid range, plz. Or can you suggest a good buy? Thanks.
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Please Add 'Rogobibbles' as an LJ freind... its too difficult for me to add all of you.
This journal's fried
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Monday, November 2nd, 2037
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You know what's really great? Almond joys.
Not the almond though.
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Saturday, October 31st, 2037
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Ok, because of issues with the calendar on my computer being retarted, this journal wont let me post soon.
Soooo, add "rogobibbles" and all will be well.
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Friday, October 30th, 2037
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Wednesday, October 28th, 2037
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Thursday, October 22nd, 2037
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- for Pat -
Want More?
http://pbfcomics.com/
P.S. - If you love me, you'll buy me a Unicorn Power shirt at the "Things" section of the site.
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Friday, October 16th, 2037
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Eavan Boland.
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In other news, I've forgotten how much I miss education, and more importantly,
a chance to disprove.
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