My 12 Days of Christmas Journal

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  • Sound
    Sound Posts: 579
    that is my favorite bjork album








    everyone should read that, it should be in every christmas card
    It was a dream, not a nightmare. A beautiful dream I could never imagined in a thousand nods. I saw this girl next to me, she wasn't beautiful until she smiled. And I felt that smile come at me in heat waves following. Soaking through my body and out my finger tips in shafts of color. And I knew somewhere in the world, somewhere, that there was love for me.

    Jim Carrol
  • BhagavadGita
    BhagavadGita Posts: 1,748
    You know Im just fucked by the fickle finger of fate in family matters and when your 79 year old grandmother becomes passive agressive and mean, you know where you mother got it and you know that oh my god do i got it and it's just wearing me
    d
    o
    w
    n
    i swear and my son, he sees it and he is the only rational one. in fact is the only man in this family cause the rest of the got the fuck out my dieing or divorce and im NOT im NOT going to take the blame for my grandmothers weakness passive agressive control and my mothers anger attacks and bitterness and hopeless and manipulation and my sisters hiding and drinking bad beer in her overpriced apartment in the suburbs cause she is scared of color and will never believe in my dreams although she believes in ghosts so what the fuck
    is the difference.

    fuck me!
  • BhagavadGita
    BhagavadGita Posts: 1,748
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  • Sound
    Sound Posts: 579
    my sound

    quote:
    Originally posted by Sound
    All is full of love
    you just have to trust it
    maybe not from the sources
    you are staring at
    truste your head around
    it's all around you
    All is full of love


    aperently my last post won't help a bit
    It was a dream, not a nightmare. A beautiful dream I could never imagined in a thousand nods. I saw this girl next to me, she wasn't beautiful until she smiled. And I felt that smile come at me in heat waves following. Soaking through my body and out my finger tips in shafts of color. And I knew somewhere in the world, somewhere, that there was love for me.

    Jim Carrol

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