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Thursday, September 23, 2010
Karaoke night @ Citrus
Last Monday I went with some friends to Citrus Lounge over on South Lake Union. This was the end result.
Monday, September 13, 2010
"Underdeveloped"
A road side construction
reluctant to continue the build
probably because the build still has no blueprints
so we're guessing.
Destined for greatness while given every opportunity to fail
the beef I speak cooked raw still drips blood
random I know but it shows how scattered I am.
Under development as an underdeveloped overpass to the underground of feelings I bury beneath myself
that someone seem to continue to resurface.
Fuck...
reluctant to continue the build
probably because the build still has no blueprints
so we're guessing.
Destined for greatness while given every opportunity to fail
the beef I speak cooked raw still drips blood
random I know but it shows how scattered I am.
Under development as an underdeveloped overpass to the underground of feelings I bury beneath myself
that someone seem to continue to resurface.
Fuck...
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Monday, September 6, 2010
"When We Reunite"
A meeting is in order
I light up with my eyes closed, brief sounds
Of the lighter being sparked, my lips making a smacking sound
And the sounds of the paper being burned down slowly,
Just me and my weed,
A silence conversation...it seems to know me
Though we do not talk often because she's so frowned upon
When we do talk, we talk for only a few minutes
But I seem to feel so relaxed when we're finished,
The stress of my face-paced world has briefly ended
Television programs seemed to be easier to understand
Music has deeper meaning
Isnt this what is described as bliss or am I wrong?
A brief conversation turned into a brief moment of inhalization
A brief moment of waiting
Exhale what has been waiting
Then relaxation
I light up with my eyes closed, brief sounds
Of the lighter being sparked, my lips making a smacking sound
And the sounds of the paper being burned down slowly,
Just me and my weed,
A silence conversation...it seems to know me
Though we do not talk often because she's so frowned upon
When we do talk, we talk for only a few minutes
But I seem to feel so relaxed when we're finished,
The stress of my face-paced world has briefly ended
Television programs seemed to be easier to understand
Music has deeper meaning
Isnt this what is described as bliss or am I wrong?
A brief conversation turned into a brief moment of inhalization
A brief moment of waiting
Exhale what has been waiting
Then relaxation
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