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by mark 08/18/2005, 5:08pm PDT |
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[15 Jul 2005|09:06pm]
I've cried myself dry.
[15 Jul 2005|02:29pm]
I have a theory. You know how poets are always seducing a goddess, then bragging about it, then getting pinned to wheels of flame? This is just a modern variation. I was so happy, I offended God. I was so happy Rachael.
Because you made me so.
You were the only religion I ever really had. You were the only thing I ever really believed in. You were my idea of heaven & whether another one exists at all, even here, on the vege of death, couldn't matter less to me. I don't care if there's a heaven. The only heaven that matters is the room with you in it.
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[15 Jul 2005|01:52pm]
The only one it ever wanted to.
[15 Jul 2005|01:49pm]
Hold on so you can say goodbye to her. But I can't hold onto anything. I can't make my body listen. But then, you were the only one my body ever listened to...
[16 Jul 2005|10:23am]
Forgetting things.
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[16 Jul 2005|01:23am]
[ mood | rachael ]
I'm sorry I'm so fucking sorry.
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[16 Jul 2005|01:22am]
I can't lift my left arm.
[17 Jul 2005|10:00pm]
[ mood | final ]
[ music | elf power- vainly clutching at my phantom limbs ]
I love you Rachael.
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[17 Jul 2005|09:30pm]
Someone asked what water buffalo sound like & I snarled "just stick a fucking microphone into a special ed class" & I mean I knew that part of me is still. Well. There. But for how much longer. I really wanted a son. & a daughter.
But your God is a faggot bitch from hell.
[17 Jul 2005|08:50pm]
[ mood | three guesses ]
[ music | the wrens- this is not what you had planned ]
I've started drafting my will.
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[17 Jul 2005|06:25pm]
[ mood | i'm always crying ]
I don't think I'll ever see her again. I want to hold on- God I want to get better. But every card from the Tarot's a little darker than the last. Every day I wake up a little less myself. My left leg is beginning to buckle (& spasm). I expect to fall every time I take a step. & my face. There is something wrong with my face. More than was wrong with it before even!
I loved her my entire adult life. & my only regret is that I didn't spend that life- every moment of it- with her. My entire life. She was my first real thought. She was always my best.
I know that she will be my last.
[17 Jul 2005|06:22pm]
I cry silently through dinner. No one says anything to me. I go downstairs (I limp downstairs) & call you but I only hear the Italian ringtones which sound kind of like comical police chases to me. Except heartbreaking. Except.
[17 Jul 2005|12:58pm]
[ mood | i miss you ]
[ music | spiritualized- anyway that you want me ]
I am Jack's formal complaint.
[19 Jul 2005|12:12pm]
[ mood | anguish ]
you were the great love of my life. don't ever forget it. you are the reason i want to live. even if i can't.
i don't think anyone could have been happier than us. & if there's a heaven after all. please know it won't be heaven at all. until you're there with me. but i hope you live forever. passionately & fully & perfectly.
like the two of us when kissing.
[19 Jul 2005|11:56am]
It's time to say goodbye.
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[19 Jul 2005|08:17am]
I was hoping I could stay sane for at least a week. But it's obviously not to be. I'm now losing it completely. Shivering & muttering & walking in circles. Come home now. Please. Come home. Rachael. I'm not going to be me in a week. Please!!!
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[19 Jul 2005|01:56am]
Now.
[19 Jul 2005|01:27am]
I need you now.
[19 Jul 2005|01:25am]
Today I started hallucinating.
things i've done today
[18 Jul 2005|04:12pm]
Tried to pay for my gas three times. Said I'm not going to drink this cold do you have any in the freezer. Fell outside because my legs have betrayed me. Tried & failed to see a doctor. Ground my teeth into dust. Missed you. Missed me.
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The Story of a LJ called Scribble (now deleted) by mark 08/18/2005, 5:01pm PDT 
July 12th by mark 08/18/2005, 5:01pm PDT 
July 14th by mark 08/18/2005, 5:02pm PDT 
July 15th-19th by mark 08/18/2005, 5:08pm PDT 
Even more from the 15th by mark 08/18/2005, 5:13pm PDT 
Alphabet soup made out of glass. by Alphabet soup made out of glass. 08/19/2005, 11:44am PDT 
July 19-25 by mark 08/18/2005, 5:20pm PDT 
July 26 - August 5 by mark 08/18/2005, 5:39pm PDT 
AIM! Ready? by Ray of Light 08/18/2005, 5:48pm PDT 
Guys, come on, death is the opposite of a treehouse. Lighten up by Rafiki 08/19/2005, 11:14am PDT 
Aug 12- 15 Self Destruction and Finale by mark 08/18/2005, 9:00pm PDT 
Aug 15-18 Fucking Like Angels with Mixtapes by mark 08/18/2005, 9:07pm PDT 
Good fucking God by laudablepuss 08/19/2005, 11:15am PDT 
Selected Scribble, May-June 2005 by mark 08/19/2005, 1:00pm PDT 
I still don't quite know why we're being bombarded with this guy's loserdom. by casual observer 08/19/2005, 1:26pm PDT 
I want to save his terrible prose for future generations by mark 08/19/2005, 2:05pm PDT 
I can appreciate your efforts. Carry on, then. NT by casual observer 08/19/2005, 6:07pm PDT 
You forgot to sniff while saying that. Is your monocle okay? NT by I need clarification 08/19/2005, 7:33pm PDT 
By jove, I think your right! Let me pipe-puff away while I consider this error. NT by casual observer 08/20/2005, 2:25am PDT 
Your, you're, you don't give a fuck either way. NT by casual observer 08/20/2005, 2:25am PDT 
"Art: David Rees" <3 NT by Fussbett 08/19/2005, 8:12pm PDT 
My tire has been killed because the world is too large. NT by This is all I had to read. 08/19/2005, 8:50pm PDT 
An AIM Log by mark 08/19/2005, 9:53pm PDT 
Re: An AIM Log by Ray of Light 08/20/2005, 2:02am PDT 
August 19-24: Night Falls like a Blow to the Head by mark 08/31/2005, 2:18pm PDT 
I am going to be teaching High School english by WTF 08/31/2005, 2:25pm PDT 
Alternate title: Even machetes grow up. by laudablepuss 08/31/2005, 4:21pm PDT 
August 26-28: June dances a slow jitterbug. August sets her own skirts on fire. by mark 08/31/2005, 11:10pm PDT 
August 31: Endgame. by mark 08/31/2005, 11:18pm PDT 
Re: August 31: Endgame. by Souffle of Pain 08/31/2005, 11:52pm PDT 
September 1-10: Dead sweat in our teeth. by mark 09/10/2005, 11:19pm PDT 
01 - Elliott Smith - Needle in The Hay.mp3 NT by Fullofkittens 09/10/2005, 11:30pm PDT 
September 11-15: This isn't a job. (Bonus ending for FoK!) by mark 09/15/2005, 8:07pm PDT 
THis psycho is moulding the minds of some poor person's kids? by Oom Shnibble 09/16/2005, 6:22am PDT 
Re: THis psycho is moulding the minds of some poor person's kids? by . 10/13/2005, 3:13am PDT 
I find blogging/online journals to be a waste of time. -nt- by Oom Shnibble 10/13/2005, 9:49am PDT 
Wow does this post have text or not? NT by Creexul :( 10/13/2005, 12:25pm PDT 
I am still GIRLISHLY GIGGLING at his -nt- format. It's like going back in time! NT by Entropy Stew 10/14/2005, 9:13am PDT 
Re: THis psycho is moulding the minds of some poor person's kids? by motherfuckerfoodeater 10/13/2005, 3:35pm PDT 
Scribble fights back! by mark 10/18/2005, 2:43pm PDT 
November 26th, 2005: just let me die by mark 11/28/2005, 11:28pm PST 
Wasn't he supposed to be dead by now? by The Happiness Engine 01/27/2007, 9:24pm PST 
He's still a poet, folks. by mark 01/29/2007, 5:29pm PST 
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