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[elegiacbloom]

It doesn’t matter if you’re a musician, an actor, a filmmaker, a poet, a novelist, a standup comedian, a choreographer…at some point in your creative life, you’ve bullied yourself about where you’re at in your career. You’re unsatisfied with the tangible evidence of “success” that you can call...

[elegiacbloom]

Dear person this Tumblr blog belongs to,

You probably should log off of your Tumblr before leaving this seat in the first floor library computer section. I'm not saying that to be mean or snarky, but just as a general warning. I could be a creep, reblogging a bunch of nudes on your blog to be evil. Or I could be mean and reblog Nicholas Cage pictures for hours, making you the biggest Nic Cage fan the world's seen. Or, probably the only fan, if we're being honest. (By the way, did you notice this desktop's background was all Cage pictures? I promise I didn't do that. I'm not that savvy.)

But I'm neither of those things. I am human, though, and resisting temptation is something I've not yet grasped. Self control isn't woven in these bones, which is why there are never any donuts leftover when someone brings in a box, or why my Amazon shopping cart is usually full.

One thing I did gather from your blog is that you seem sad. There's no reason for that! So here's a picture of a puppy that's happy to see you. See how happy he is? He's cute too! Hopefully you smiled and that brightened your day.

Try to log out next time,

Your new Tumblr friend, V.

Oh, and P.S. - the people you follow also seem very sad. They deserve puppies too. But unfortunately, puppies can't be everywhere. I hope you love your new tracked tag. :)

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galcab blues

sunday night at the gallery cabaret

Hidin behind a pitcher as my face fades

someones talkin to me but i'm far, far away

spacin out at the gallery cabaret

this is how its supposed to be

no one else is gonna talk to me

and if they do ask me whats wrong

i'll say "i'm not me but here's my song"

singers pourin more for the girls they adore

someones buyin me drinks i wonder what she thinks

i got stuff that i wanna say

but i feel like my mouth is a mile away

sit and stare at the happy pairs

prodigal princes actin unaware

every thing in its proper place

i'm the only checker here without a space

made up girls in their summer dresses

ugly boys in them denim vests

mascara queens with eye shadow sockets

hot rod kings with their hands in their pockets

singers pourin more for the girls they adore

someones buyin me drinks i wonder what she thinks

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ok i fucked up

they will not fire you. do two math assignments. start writing your paper. stop drinking. you. are. fine.

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who are you and why do i like you so much?

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What do you find romantic?

 long drives, cigarettes, sacrifice, deadbeats

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so my album is up everywhere now

http://www.last.fm/music/Shiloh/Mrs. last.fm and amazon and itunes. thats exciting

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music theory homework and a quiz next week. i had the strangest fucking dream last night.

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goin to get laid

i got a condom in my pocket

another at home

got two exes on the motherfucking phone

i'm drinking. trying to get laid.

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minnesota in the evening

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nothingsevergonnafeelasgoodasyouagain

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find all the songs you need to find. you know what they are.

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these are all old. just like i willbe one day

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This song wasn't for you but it might as well be.

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from a year and a half ago. miss you.

    -A LOVE STORY- so she's sitting on my bed smoking my cigarettes track marks on her calloused calves which once did pirrouettes around my heart she danced away  the night in knee high socks but now she sits and smokes in bed and hardly ever talks but when she does the things she says are tinged with love an death around her frame  i sense a chill cold shroud of her regret I remember talkin to myself  the day that we first met about what i knew deep inside and this is what i said: "I love her so goddamned much I just love her to death but if she hangs round me long enough well, that's just what she'll get" we talked about running away to leave our lives and fade that's just what we did but man we stayed in the same place and we spent many summer nights just drivin around listenin to our lovin bloom  and not hearing a sound I saw the signs when i felt sick but i just could not hear the sound of dissapearing for the static in my ears we made love on a hotel bed and i passed out face down woke up and kissed her blue lips in love but still strung out i dragged her to the bathtub i couldn't hear her breathe and i cried and prayed and promised if god wouldn't let her leave but that was not the last time i sat and watched her die it happened almost daily until i stopped getting high and then i turned my tail and ran i couldn't look her in the eye sometimes at night i think of her and wonder if she's alive