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[22 Feb 2009|04:57am] from time to time minutes and hours some move ahead while some lag behind it's like the balloon, rise and then vanish this drop of hope that falls from his eyes

[26 Nov 2008|02:14am]

[01 Nov 2008|02:21pm] what if i say i'm not like the others what if i say i'm not just another one of your plays you're the pretender what if i say i will never surrender?

[20 Apr 2008|04:49am]

[07 May 2007|10:35am] comes out on my birthday tomorrow

[16 Apr 2007|11:23am] there's this bird outside my balcony who sings the same song every day.  it's shitty, so i don't think he'll ever find a mate.  only one time i heard a hoe bird reply to him -- he got excited, paused for ten seconds, and you could feel the fucking suspense -- but then he just sang his shitty song again.  she replied a few more times, but their relationship never grew into anything more. i want to tell him, if you rewrite your shitty song, maybe someday you'll find love.  and maybe i can get some sleep.

[07 Apr 2007|11:17am] once again i'm lucky my car is ghetto dank or i'd be scared shitless to park at night for 4 hours in downtown LA with a camera in the trunk ya'll know how it is

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[28 Mar 2007|08:37pm] ( arrows )

bit boring but [19 Mar 2007|04:06am] someone told me it's all happening at the zoo?

[18 Feb 2007|09:55pm] picture jenna took, intentionally high ISO

true story i remembered while in the shower [17 Feb 2007|07:29am] i was seven or eight years old at this david kid's house one day. he went to my elementary school, he was persian, and he had a little brother who was always picking his nose. little guy must have thought his finger was a stealth bomber cuz when he dove it in his nostrils you could tell he thought nobody saw. (big brother david didn't have to pick his nose. it was always stuffed and on a separate occasion when i slept over i wasn't able to sleep cuz he snored like a wild boar.) i don't remember david's little brother's name, we'll just call him LB, he was five or six. somehow we all decided to bathe, maybe david's mom said so or something. i hesitantly took off my clothes and got in this circular shower, stood on the circumference with david and LB and we formed a triangle. i thought things weren't too bad but that's when it started. suddenly they start chuckling and pissing all over the place. i'd never even pissed in the shower myself so i thought it was barbaric as hell. all the laughing got their urine flying everywhere and some of LB's yellow liquid hit my ankle. i'm standing there fucking scared and disgusted when i started wishing i had never come over, wished i never met this guy, wished scientists never disproved the possibility of time travel to the past because i was fucking pissed, no pun intended. i don't know what happened from there, i either prayed for my mom, gave in to the peer pressure pissing party, well, or both. i'll tell you it wasn't a good day.

[15 Feb 2007|02:55am] chance - the reason i can get up in front of 300 people and play a song when i know i don't hold a candle to the average redhead redneck on american idol. it's no fake modesty. it's the possibility while you're squawking your listeners will connect a few dots with the words you're singing and form, well, confusion. something their minds will repeat, they'll wonder why. some day it'll hit. "this is a song i made up today but, it's probably kind of bad. i don't have very good handwriting." strum strum strum strum strum pick "well you shouldn't doctor yourself..."

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[19 Jan 2007|03:00am] I'm a ghostwriter for an ocean in a shell from a poison well in the corridor by a picture in a frame of a man with no name don't get back into a corner talking to yourself come on back to me, my bright tomorrow. but if you feel hollow well it's probably cause you are well at least so far.

[14 Jan 2007|04:39pm] i'm all about sharing some videos from 1967

[14 Jan 2007|03:10am] dirty old river, must you keep rolling, flowing into the night

[14 Jan 2007|02:59am]

[02 Jan 2007|08:44pm] so i was at this fancy chinese restaurant with my parents. this little girl was sitting on her knees in her chair a few tables away. she was in a red velvet dress reaching over the table with a spoon big as her arm trying to get some steamed rice on her plate. she made three trips to the rice bowl with excitement in her eyes and courage in her heart. i wanted my camera and an invisibility potion but i didn't have either with me, so i was fucked. i enjoyed watching. it got me thinking about this little asian boy playing with an apple while he waited for his parents to check in to a french hotel. we had a stare down at high noon and i was hoping he wouldn't move before i changed some settings, you know. didn't want to aim with an unloaded gun and all. so curious.

[01 Jan 2007|12:54pm] I wish she felt young again when everything was new when her father held her hand and said, "there's nothing you can't do." and then i woke up to a phone call, right on christmas day. it said your grandmother is dying, in a painful way. her lungs are filling up with fluid even as we speak. the doctor said that if she's lucky she'll make it to next week. i had one last chance to see her, right before I moved but I didn't end up going, I used some lame excuse. I hope that she's not scared lying there alone I hope she hears her husband's voice telling her she's coming home. but I just hope they know how much I really care how I want the best for them even though I'm hardly there.

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