I don't know how to hide, I keep my shadow alive
It's easy to defend, the logic of a friend
And I don't know how to tell
Is it heaven or hell, that I'll be going to
Just as long as I'm there with you.
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Tuesday, October 21, 2008

R.I.P.

Oh xanga. How strong you once were and now fallen from the top. What caused your downfall from the mighty to the forgotten. I suppose as I got older so did others and as they did they forgot you. And whats the point of updating when no one is gonna comment? I'm sure the exsistence of MySpace and Facebook didn't help your deteriorating health as well. But you will always have been my first and for that you will have a special spot in my heart. I resisted you at first but after I got to know you we had some great times. We were quite compatiable and my high school years will forever be chronicled in you. Holding on to the reflections of yesteryear, remembering the memories of past girlfriends and forgotten friends. So thought you may be gone we'll always have our memories. Here's looking at you kid.


Saturday, March 22, 2008

"You knew I was here?"
"Yes, I did. Suddenly I did. I thought you were calling me but it wasn't you was it?"
"No."
"You didn't want to see me?"
"It wasn't that. No. I didn't want to see you. It hurts too much."
"It must be hard not being alive."
"You mean it's hard for you to be dead? Look I'm still going to figure out hot to bring you back, roperly. I think I'm on the right track-"
"No, I mean, I'm grateful. And I hope you really can do it. I did a lot of bad stuff.....But I was talking about you."
"I'm alive. I'm not dead. Remember?"
"You're not dead. But I'm not sure you're alive either. Not really. I love you, you're my puppy. But when you're really dead you see things clearer. It's like there isn't anyone there. You know? YOu're this big, solid, man-shaped hole in the world. Even when we were together. I loved being with you. You adored me, and you would do anything for me. But sometimes I'd go into a room and I wouldn't think there was anybody in there. And I'd turn the light on, or I'd turn the light off and I'd realize that you were in there, sitting on your own, not reading, not watching TV, nto doing anything. The best thing about Robbie was that he was somebody. He was a jerk sometimes, and he could be a joke, and he loved to have mirrors around when we made love so he could watch himself fucking me, but he was alive puppy. He wantedhtings. He filled the space. I'm sorry, did I hurt your feelings."
"No"
"Good. That's good."
"I'm not dead."
"Maybe not, but are you sure you're alive?"
"Look at me"
"That's not an answer. You'll know it when you are."
"What now?"
"Well, I've seen you now. I'm going south again."
"Back to Texas?"
"Somewhere warm. I don't care."
"I have to wait here until my boss needs me."
"That's not living."

"You are the nearest thing I have to life. You are the only thing I have left, the only thing that isn't bleak and flat and grey. I could be blindfolded and dropped into the deepest ocean and I would know where to find you. I could be buried a hundred miles underground and I would know where you are."


"That man, Mr.World, he said he was going to put a stick through your eye.I didn't like him at all."
"He's dead. You killed him, hon.
"Thats good. Did you ever figure out how to bring me back from the dead?"
"I guess. I know one way, anyway."
"That's good. And the opposite? What about that?"
"The opposite?"
"Yes, I think I must have earned that."
"I don't want to do that........okay."
"Thats my husband."
"I love you babes."
"Love you puppy."
He close his hand around the golden coin that hung around her neck. He tugged, hard, at the chain, which snapped easily. The he took the gold coin between his finger and thumb, and blew on it, and opened his hand wide. The coing was gone. Her eyes were still open but they didn't move. He bent down then, and kissed jer, gently, on her cold cheek, but she did not respond. He did not expect her to. Ther he got up and walked out of the cavern, to stare into the night.

 

You wouldn't get any of this fully unless you've read American Gods. Within the story there is an ongoing love story between the main charecter and his wife, who died in a car crash shortly before he was released from prison. Frankily, I really liked it.


Monday, March 17, 2008

Its 2:00 in the morning and after a week of being home with my closest friends, family and of course, Brittany, I'm back at college. I find myself laying in bed and I really miss her. I miss the weight of her head on my chest while she sleeps. I miss the flutter of her eyelashes against my neck when she blinks. It sucks a lot because i really miss her. A lot more than I've missed anyone else. -sigh- feels a lil better now but not much i can do other than rant till im home again


Wednesday, November 14, 2007

I miss it. The time when everything was simplier and easy. Where sleeping in class was common and i could still pass. Where there was always someone to walk through the halls with or a smiling face waiting outside my class. I miss Kpod and not having a care in the world. 8 classes in a row for 7 hours didnt seem so bad back then but now it would be murder. I miss be chronically late to nearly all my classes and not caring. I miss senior year. Even though I'm at the place I've wanted to be all my life I can't help but miss where I came from now. Kinda funny I couldnt wait to get out here and now I realise how much fun it all really was back then. I made so many memories senior year now it all just seems so far away. 3 years ago I was having a blast and didnt even know how easy i had it. I love college I wouldnt trade it for the world but I cant help but miss it all.


Tuesday, October 31, 2006



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