Saturday, March 21st, 2009
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9:12 pm - look ma, I can rap
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if I haven't found the words to properly impress
upon your mind
the thought of suicide from sadness and stress
but I digress
you'll see me in the back of the room
I'll be holding onto coat tails
charging towards my doom
but it's too soon
I've gotta find a willing student of truth
to tame the restless wolf
while I sharpen my tooth
I'm John Boothe
I'm shooting at the back of your head
while the crowd can't stop their laughing
you'll be slumping over dead
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Monday, February 23rd, 2009
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12:59 pm
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"If the other person injures you, you may forget the injury; but if you injure him you will always remember." -Kahlil Gibran
Why do we go out of our way to damage each other? We only end up hurting ourselves by default.
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Wednesday, February 18th, 2009
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9:40 pm
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every day is a war
every missed chance a victim
every new love a battle
every stance a system
every time I try
every time I lose
everybody seems oblivious
but I've got you
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Sunday, February 15th, 2009
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10:20 am
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I mistakenly thought my painfully short rendezvous with my baby was going to be my valentine's celebration, but boy was I mistaken. Champagne and strawberries and cupcakes and good folks can make another night not seem so long. The romance will have to wait for the sun to get high in the sky.
current mood:  loved
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Monday, February 9th, 2009
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5:33 am - Funny
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Thursday, January 29th, 2009
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2:39 pm
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I'll call this my sabbath, a day to rest
before the loneliness is lifted.
I'll step behind the wheel of another's car,
follow my heart to the most gifted
young woman I've met in this Hessian daze of
hedonism and chastity.
I've fled from the safety
of the God that forgave me
and into the arms
of Quixote's romantic (fantasy)
quest.
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Thursday, January 22nd, 2009
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1:15 pm - the christ told me what to do, but the anti-christ swayed my opinion
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Today a man told me that he had been the victim of an atomic blast. In the ensuing explosion, his bones were ripped from his body. Only with the tragic death of his son, and a post-mortem bone transplant does this man walk with us today. He's a regular representative of the infinite possibilities of life.
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Tuesday, January 20th, 2009
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2:05 pm
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BUSH ISN'T PRESIDENT ANYMORE! I damn near started crying when Obama was taking his oath. My boss actually did start crying. Today is a great day.
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Sunday, January 18th, 2009
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9:59 pm
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Friday, January 16th, 2009
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3:13 am
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Tuesday, January 6th, 2009
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4:00 am
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I've fallen in love with this sweet confusion all over again.
I feel ten years younger, but the pricks of light remain the same.
Only eighteen hours to go.
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Friday, January 2nd, 2009
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4:28 am
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a new year, new shadow, new reflection, and more
still trying, not buying, avoiding life as a whore
with love sometimes, lust others, and apathy all around
this 'brain' in my heart keeps my loose feet on the ground
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Monday, December 29th, 2008
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5:11 am
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A brief escape, but the mission failed.
I'd rather run through the stock in this town.
A day with no direction can have it's perks.
It's the crash at the end that brings me down.
I've been dribbling this ball all over my court,
and you're five feet away from the score.
If I could get on point, and drive the ball back,
the first win of the season's assured.
The object is not to win at this game,
but merely to play to the 'end'.
I just don't know where I put that strategy guide;
do you have a copy you'd lend
to me?
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Thursday, December 25th, 2008
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3:11 am
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Load that we hoped
could not provide
the weight immaterial
taken in stride.
Lo' and behold
there waltzes through
a fair faced nymph,
a wise man too.
While she tempts with her eyes,
her lips,
and her hips,
convincing me to follow
the dips
in her slips
expecting all along
that I'll always be true
knowing full well
Truth is not me, only you.
He guides me along
with words
and ideas
teaching through example
with mistakes
and shed tears
while correcting my wrongs
digs to my core
an exercise in persistence
plants Truth once more.
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Thursday, December 18th, 2008
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10:20 pm
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They are received,
the end presents to me.
Islam the goal,
the world a tease.
Frilly boy shorts
framing delicacy
betwixt thighs of rosewood.
Set me free.
A vow of growth,
this season's cold,
but ol' Jim's warmth
can make me bold.
If I do stray
from this wander.lust,
& do what's just
without making a fuss;
a reward awaits more valuable than gold.
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4:11 am
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Space below my heart
and above my dick
refuses to settle
until i and I are one.
Constant turning
feeling sick
history repeated
as you are prone.
Never alone
always someone
a mask my dear
you wear it well.
As time wears on
and this ones done
you'll feel again
the need to sell
yourself in order
to feel complete.
Alone so fractured,
in 'love' replete.
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Saturday, December 13th, 2008
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9:48 pm
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This is where I've always been
Since my time began
Always arriving right on time
To feel the same again
This drifting feather winter love
Is new and yet so old
A snake that bites his tail for food
Eats shit, or so I'm told
While it's new and fresh like a barley wine
It ages quite like milk
When the chunks appear, and the fridge is ruined
The sheen has left the silk
I'll recycle this same love affair
Until I reach the end
Brother, on that fateful day
Only myself I hope to befriend
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Friday, December 12th, 2008
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5:15 pm - from "Possession"
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What do you hope?
Desire is a dowsed fire
True love a lie
To a dusty shelf we aspire
I crave to die.
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Monday, November 24th, 2008
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1:31 am
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this dribble from my mouth
shows me for what i want to be
that sparkle in my cap
tells my mouth to be true to me
this wiggle in my pants
tells the cap to use my mouth
and when that dribble rises up
the wiggle's chance is going south
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Sunday, November 23rd, 2008
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2:21 am
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passing words beside the car
hand on the back
a pat
and it's over
eyes stay focused on one another
lips quiver
it passes
and it's over
brushing fingers against the hole in your stocking
a sigh
and it's over
i don't need i just want
but i need just the same
i tried and i failed
playing this never ending game
and while you bask in the attention
i've only myself to blame
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