just off the key of reason.

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anachronisma

I'm walking the thin line between telling everything about myself and nothing at all on a tightrope over the mighty Mississippi.

about

sex: f.
age: 20.
current location: the mississippi delta.
favorite colour: greens.
music: headphones. maria taylor. mêlée. the honorary title. the watson twins. bernie allen. jim croce. bright eyes. the dresden dolls.

archives

internet life

↑MLIA,
↑etsy,
↑2amtomorning,
↑foto_decadent,
↑oscar wilde,
↑headphones,
↑jackson pollock,
↑ian francis.

stabbing in the dark.

Saturday, May 23, 2009 11:15 AM

I'm looking for something.
I can't remember what it is. My hair is wet, my eyes are sore.
I wrote about last night--pages and pages, but they're gone now.
I blinked, I woke up. I am low-end technology.
A budget bride for the faint of heart.
Maybe I'll try again, or maybe I won't.
Sleep all weekend, all three days
pour out bottles, pour out words.
I'm looking for something.
I can't remember what it is.

Labels: confusion, hangover, writing

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