Canto y bailo.

hey

Thu, 06 Nov 2008 05:44:49 GMT

I moved.

http://kashmirror.blogspot.com/

Sat, 26 Apr 2008 22:39:20 GMT

My dad had this goal.
He wanted to have $1000 in his wallet.
It is stupid, but it is just something he really wanted.
He just wanted to be that guy with a wad of money in his wallet.
He added his last hundred dollars to his wallet a few weeks ago.
This morning, he checked it, and it was all gone.
Someone that my parents invited INTO THEIR HOME stole all one thousand dollars from him.

Fri, 18 Apr 2008 19:53:49 GMT

oh no no no no no no no no.

Fri, 11 Apr 2008 03:55:45 GMT

one of these days I am going to stand up and fight for it.

my bad.

Fri, 04 Apr 2008 06:46:28 GMT

I am so unbelievably mean and I am so so so so sorry.
I can never ever admit when I am wrong.
I always say "I will try..." but it never works out that way, does it?
I never realize it when it happens.
It just does.
I am so sorry that I made you feel so terrible.
I am so sorry that you'll never see this.

Tue, 18 Mar 2008 07:51:44 GMT

I am tired, I don't feel well, and I constantly make stupid choices.
AND WHY DOES IT TAKE SO LONG FOR MY NAILS TO DRY?!
I am completely terrified that I will fuck them up.
I wish I had a nailpolish remover pen.
How amazing would that thing be?
How amazing would it be to just get SOMETHING that I want?

Sat, 23 Feb 2008 05:37:47 GMT

I miss the way you look.
smell.
taste.
distance numbs everything.
absence makes the heart grow fonder, but time makes the mind forget,
and I have grown weary of trying to remember my greatest regrets.
I have been battling my weaknesses and fears
with very little success.
I can try to run, but the demons will catch up sooner or later...not even the master of deceit can hide behind fake smiles and shining eyes forever.

Sun, 17 Feb 2008 06:43:11 GMT

one time I ran away.
it was pointless.
it got me nowhere.
just heartbroken in every possible way.

if you want it come and get it.

Mon, 04 Feb 2008 21:20:56 GMT

I know what I want.
I know I know I know I know.
And I can have it.
I just have to go get it.

I pose, to you, a question!

Fri, 25 Jan 2008 21:22:00 GMT

Here is what I need to know:
Is it worth it to leave everything behind, the opportunities and the chances, for something that will probably send me running home, tail tucked between my legs? Again?

el ciervo vulnerado

Sat, 05 Jan 2008 22:57:41 GMT

I've been drinking black mirror again
the closer we part
i needed to touch your lips
with the nail in my heart
the night that you caught me
my coffin did walk
i fell at your mercy
i fell in your grave
meccamputechture
that stands in my way
the younger i stay
an elderly child
the longer the mirror gives birth
to the death i file

if you consume me i will not let you go
if you walk right through me
my voice will taint your throat
blessed be the wrong i've done

someone is watching us
somoene has found
flourescent ligaments
on a black white tile
why do you call them
if your kingdom won't come
the younger i stay
forever i rot

if you consume me i will not let you go
if you walk right through me
my voice will taint your throat
blessed be the wrong i've done

because the flies my mouth spill
bare the children at play

Od' und leer das Meer.

Sat, 22 Dec 2007 05:11:56 GMT

Frisch weht der Wind
Der Heimat zu.
Mein Irisch Kind,
Wo weilest du?

rubadubdub

Thu, 18 Oct 2007 02:15:55 GMT

It's one thing to look me over.
I'm used to that.
But do you have to rub it in my face?
Really?

Sat, 08 Sep 2007 03:21:15 GMT

....The streets grew shorter,
the night grew black.
I don't know where I'm going
but I'll never look back.....

nobody's fault but mine.

Fri, 30 Mar 2007 04:24:15 GMT

I am fucking weird.
Seriously.

I went back and read this old ass entry I posted....like...from a year ago. It was about this dude in my spanish class thinking I wouldn't know what a pacsun was.

I about cried laughing because I remember that shit.

It's weird though...I can't imagine why I even spoke to him. I don't talk to anybody anymore.

I am ready to get outta here, but I know that if I leave, it will just be more of the same. I don't understand how to be with people anymore. I don't get it. Any social skills I ever had are fucking gone. I am uncomfortable around people I know.

I went to Clarksville in October for Jackie's birthday, and I felt so strange. I felt like an invader. Everyone has changed. They are grown-up and beautiful and coming into their own. I am still exactly the same.

I am still exactly the same.

everything's fine.

Mon, 26 Mar 2007 05:23:55 GMT

I'm hungry, I'm dirty, I'm losing my mind....

back

Thu, 22 Feb 2007 06:22:47 GMT

Nov 30 was my last update.
Nearly three months ago.
I can't believe it's been so long.

How you've changed lj.
You've changed enough to look different, but this....this right here is still the same. It looks the same and it feels the same.

So, where was I when last you saw me?
I guess, more importantly, where am I now?

After the wreck, I was in a wheelchair. For a long time. I didn't start using my crutches until I got my cast off, the Friday before this semester started. Even then, I still used my wheelchair around the house until my doctor gave me the go ahead to start putting weight on my foot. What a relief to feel the tendons stretch after months of disuse.

Even now that I have graduated to crutches full time, it is almost pleasureable to feel the burn/stretch/pressure when I step down on my right foot.

All I want to do is roll around in full sounds and rich colors.
But how?

Fri, 01 Dec 2006 04:00:55 GMT

It all fell into place when we crashed.

galactic.

Fri, 03 Nov 2006 21:26:13 GMT

galaxies
fall down my cheeks
galaxies.

Tue, 27 Jun 2006 17:54:58 GMT

late is the hour,
early in the day,
the sky glowing blue,
(but in some spots still gray).

wildflowers rush to meet the road
waving on their stalks as she rushes by.

where the road turns to gravel,
dreams take sharp turn.
better or worse? I cannot say,
but, oh! how they burn!

in her praire of primrose,
her pasture of prose,
(she lies where the pavement becomes rock).

in the still of the morning,
clouds floating by,
(recall the glowing-blue, gray-spotted sky):
the flowers are friends,
her words are lovers,
the gravel her warden,
the sky her cover.

time stands still
as the world rushes by her
and deep down inside
her soul is on fire.

Mon, 08 May 2006 04:46:16 GMT

The chaos that ensued.
Holy Christ.
As if I needed to remember what it was like to be home.

White Unicorn

Mon, 01 May 2006 16:20:26 GMT

Have you been to the carnival
I would like to see you.
Theres a whole lot of people there
who would like to be you.
With the white uncorn, across her shoulder,
makes you think that she might of been,
someone whos older, ahh yeahhh....

And I know it's on your mind.
We've been drinking on the wine
that we drank from the serpents vine.
Now we live in another time...
We could live together...
We could live together...

She lives on the borderline,
that they call hazel.
And the tent that she lives in
has the name of her lover...

And I know it's on your mind.
We've been drinking on the wine
that we drank from the serpents vine
Now we live in another time.

Sister can you tell me when the day turns to night?
She left without a word and wondered inside,
How many day's must I still wonder why?
And see her face in every passer by?

We could live together...
We could live together...

And I know it's on your mind.
We've been drinking on the vine
that we drank from the serpents vine.
Now we live in another time.

We could live together...
We could live together...
We can live together...

Sat, 22 Apr 2006 06:25:50 GMT

I´m waiting for spring to come to my kingdom
I´m waiting for spring to come to my kingdom
You should know
I´m waiting for spring to come to my kingdom
I´m counting on you here
His kiss of spring
His kiss
I´m waiting for spring to come to my kingdom
His kiss of spring
I´m waiting for spring to come to my kingdom
His kiss of spring
It´s the chill
Without the thrill
I´m waiting for spring to come to my kingdom
To my kingdom...

The faithless.

Fri, 21 Apr 2006 23:23:26 GMT

They pray out to gods who'll always remain faceless
and they turn their heads away from the nameless
they live their pious lives, oh, they are so shamless
when they turn around and call us the faithless

but I believe in a free world
and I believe in love for every boy and every girl
and I believe in peace and I believe in love and I beleive the we all can dance
baby, I believe we can do it, even if no one else thinks we can.

Tue, 18 Apr 2006 00:41:49 GMT

I don't feel safe in my skin.