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Fri, Apr. 8th, 2005, 08:21 pm
livndeaduseles1: Broken

i feel like a huge ball of collective worthlessness that no one would care about if it ran them over and killed their children...its like im this confused little thing that feels helpless in a gigantic world that would devour it before it took half a step into the world....and a hypocrit that tells people to keep goin, not give up, be happy and dont hurt themselves, keep ur friends close...but all i can do if try to sabatage my own existance that could fall apart and shatter into thousands of meaningless shards that will forever be forgotten never to be resurrected in the face of mankinds longevity.

Tue, Jun. 15th, 2004, 12:48 am
queenslice: (no subject)

fine, don't look, i didn't want you to anywayCollapse )

now i just need money for inkies.

Sun, May. 2nd, 2004, 01:50 pm
queenslice: poems by marclar

fuck the syllables
a three line poem will
always pop


i wish i had your ego, allen
the confidence to assert my genius to the world
but i tap out the syllables to haikus
to the rhythm of commercials on mtv2


i saw two boys
in front of virgin records.
with thrift-store clothes, shaggy hair, shoulder-bags and converse,
they were sitting on a subway-vent reading poetry.
i wanted to sit down with them--it felt like i should
but i shuffled by with the crowd and looked back with regret