These aren't secrets, but I haven't told anyone either.
I may sound bipolar but I mostly just write about really great things or really bad things. Extremes, right?
I promise my feelings are continuous over the real emotions.

Wednesday, February 27, 2013

While I am not doing Math, an Excerpt from the Burnt Journal

(Ellipsis means lost to fire) (Circa July 2010) (Angsty freewrite sans edits not imposed by fate)
Graceful, uncomforta.............................
a new experience...................................
and living the nun..................................
It's all you patched................................
tattered knew. It's a..............................
staid and static gr..................................
is no world but the one..........................
deforms your lips as you search
for a hiding place. There is
no life until you stop searching
There's no use in letters until
you can read a word without
Them. What's the use in writing
if you can't wear it? Where's
the curl in perfect and how
did they come to overlap?
Questions suggesting a new train
... thought that always checks
....ts that no one has bought
...................in knots of words
...........................mindgames
......................on because
.......................to wait for
.......................you to that
...................else is running
..................stopping for a laugh
................whether or not
....................ahead she's
a detour. She can grab
the taillight on the way
through and HOLD THE FUCK
ON because otherwise she
could miss out. Why would
it stop? You still hid from your
lips.
Oh you spin. You think of
a new rational for every
level of the swirling flush
into a new level of hypocrisy.
Don't be proud of when you
swim against the current
because that sort of behavior
is what should never
stop. That's what keeps us
sane. That's what...............
us proud. That's................
eats brain and heart...........
leave room for su.............
something more to f...........
tells you so. The...............
Who tell you outright........
say it with their..............
The people who it...........
Can't stop looking for it so
The must have tasted it. Your
own personal eldorab Eldorado
Can you ignore that anymore?
Will they let you? You're the
one they'll have to drag to heaven
to prove that you belong.
Try to make someone else
your own? These 3 pages of
truth happened faster
than any forced account.
Plus, no one remembers
happenings, sayings just feelings
...you know, just you
.................scratchings
.............oothest ride proves
................ask a price
.................Asks a starless
....................nights. asks a cleaner
................ body. Begs contaminants
.................arning and growing
................! Now up. Now over
....................It's not redundant it's
a theme. It's not punctuation
it's feeling. It's not language
it's one time. Use throw away
child's surprise. Poof. Splash.
can we wash our way to happ
iness. Will you join me with a sponge?

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