Saturday, October 10, 2009
a poet's language born out of soldiers' mouths
note to self: stop being lazy, and put on the usual two-layers-of-socks-and-uppers-then-boots before going out. SERIOUSLY.

It's 2 deg out there. still no sight of draconids, but in a sky peppered full of living lights, I guess the draconids would have been icing on the cake. Oh well.

Alright-- 8 page essay due Monday, NOT EVEN A CLUE WHAT TO WRITE ABOUT. I'm going to bury myself in academia this whole weekend and venture out only for dance. Cya on Monday, 4.30pm your time!

not content with being, we will strive to become

Posted at 2:50 AM
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walkonby
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dance.drama.dream.
run.read.roam.
write.wonder.weave.
dizzyupthegirlagain

you know just what you're saying
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she rings my bell
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contrariwise
deargod
dearoldlove
deviantart
fmylife
ineradicable stain
postsecret
thingsmyboyfriendsays
thingsweforget

morethanwords
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Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.

o death in life, the days that are no more
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foul fell darkness here
something is rotten in the state of sweden here
dad called an hour or so ago from the plane just b... here
c'est la vie here
suppose I kept on singing love songs here
anthem for youth here
o mistress mine here
nostalgia here
singing dollar dollar bill y'all here
allow me to indulge... here


don't look back in anger
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