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[Aug. 12th, 2009|10:46 am] |
I'm fairly certain that this isn't my office. It's ... quite a bit bigger for one thing, and it's in a house as opposed to my car lot.
Don't suppose anyone knows what's going on? |
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[Aug. 12th, 2009|11:01 am] |
I'm almost a college student. I'm supposed to be grown up. What a strange thought.
( Bruce ) |
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[Aug. 12th, 2009|12:32 pm] |
here I am inside a hotel choking on a
million words I've said
cigarettes have burned a hole and dreams are
drunk and penniless
here I am inside my father's arms
all jagged-bone and whiskey-dry
whisper to me sweetly now and tell me I will
never die unloved....unloved....unloved....unloved
here I am an empty hallway
broken window, rainy night
I am nineteen sixty-two
and I am ready for a fight
people crying hallelujah
while the bullet leaves the gun
people falling, falling, falling and I don't know
where they're falling from
are they unloved....unloved....unloved....unloved |
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