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I find it interesting that the lighting in the bathrooms in this particular bar is consistant with the rest of the interior....giving the illusion that you look as good as you are perceived. I wonder how many people wake up with regret that next morning after leaving this place...

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Because even late at night when there is nothing left to lose, the sparkle is still there. 

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OJ and Gasoline

maybe it’s because i’m always fucking with toxic mixtures, maybe it’s my obsession with volatile chemicals

but i wake up in the middle of the night, sometimes, or i’m driving home from work and for no fucking reason at all i just get so scared.

it’s the mean reds, Holly, and you’re scared and you’ve got this nameless cat. but nobody can afford diamonds anymore, not even prostitutes and i don’t think there’s even a Tiffany’s in Omaha.

i live my life waiting for something to drop, i live my life and i am too scared to do any living at all.

it all gets twisted through the grapevines, fueled through telephone lines with a little booze to thin the blood and details.

big brother is really big sister is really just some bored, hateful lesbian and she’s watching everything i do.

i remember talking to her once, when she wasn’t asleep but she was pretending to sleep and she let me whisper into angel ears and tell her these beautiful fucking things that i didn’t mean but i wanted to mean and i meant to mean and honey, i fucking tried to mean it—

and i didn’t fucking mean to be mean.

and i told her things that crawled into her, bit at her and burrowed under her skin. spreading diseases like a creeping cockroach in a dirty apartment.

listen to me, cuz these are the most romantic things you’ll ever hear.

but real life sheds light and little cockroaches spread and scatter, disappear like cons on the wind, they hide away and dissolve.

real life sheds light and it sparks a conflict; it ignites and it’s a catalyst.

this is our romance, our rat’s nest. this is the most romantic thing you’ll ever hear.

this is how we invented the bomb.

The next thing you'll ask yourself will be is she tired....tired of it all....or is she just high....

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I grabbed a bottle of wine and sat underneath the stars. It was when I reached the bottom of the bottle that I asked the Moon if she ever wished she was the Sun.

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Get a little closer, let fold Cut open my sternum, and pull My little ribs around you The rungs of me be under, under you

You make a fine shrine in me You build a fine shrine in me

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The Thing is....

Journaling has been tough lately---out of order

Am I really though? Always

today was unproductive. Lots of ideas, always coming

always pushing me in the opposite direction

of what you want me to be.

Life has been a lot like driving lately

my wheels just keep spinning

but I haven't even left the driveway

I know I'm being my own worst critic

but it makes it easy when someone else is wearing those shoes.

I sound like a 16 year girl, its not always like this.

Just sometimes. Sometimes when things just don't line up

carry on like nothing is wrong with this picture

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Nola Nights

The sweet smell of cloves masking the scent of urine in the gutter.  Nola you are a dirty dirty bitch  But we all know secretly everyone loves a dirty girl. Staggering drunks are on every block, expelling there good times to the sounds of street performers with their trombones, buckets, jugs and accordions.  Nola, you are a strange lady                                                                 We are not lost but only wandering. Wandering into our own personal debaucherous dream. What we want is to feel desire. We want to feel free. Dancing, singing, drinking, fucking forgetting....                         Nola you make me feel alive

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Despite the lack of noise, there is a huge party going on in here.