A Black Feather, A poison pen...

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the soil falling over

Boxed up my AFI CD's and sold my copy of Is This It? over at Stinkweeds last week because any attempt to listen to any of it lately is disorienting and disquieting like that feeling of waking up under a couple of feet of poorly scattered loose and sandy dirt just off US 87.


I should ask you, did you ever push anyone away with my name on your lips, concerned over what i might think or how i might feel, or am i the only one you did that to?


and if you think that's an unfair question to ask, just imagine how fair it felt then or how it feels in the retrospect of all that's passed since then


of course that's assuming i ever even rated a tenth of the same degree of consideration as any of your others, which i've been given more than ample cause to doubt.

3:13 p.m. - 2004-11-15

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a jump to the left - a step to teh right