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(no subject) [Sep. 7th, 2002|12:45 am]
Joe
www.explodingdog.com
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(no subject) [Sep. 4th, 2002|10:33 pm]
Joe
i'm looking for this perfect being or existence or family or situation that epitomizes my expectations of college.

but its not just coming to me, and i can't force it. and its hard to keep pushing and loving and trying to find someone just like you (amazing). I miss you just like I used to miss you at home, but now I look for you in every face I come by. At least before, I knew exactly where to look.
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(no subject) [Aug. 25th, 2002|06:57 pm]
Joe
A big college is kind of a strange monster. I know there is a community beneath the pointless alcohol and dumbfoundedness. Its just the sifting through of 40000 people to find the ** ones.
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(no subject) [Aug. 22nd, 2002|09:10 pm]
Joe
the words on the inside of my desk drawer read:

"Frank has no penis, only a line."

welcome to michigan state university.

too bad every frank i meet will make me wonder.
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(no subject) [Jul. 19th, 2002|11:35 pm]
Joe
Sometimes Italy brings me to
this crescendoed plateau of
unseeming emotional heartache.
Stoic gargoyles smiling at John
Lennon's stereo reciever that sings like
Glowing enigmas on the side of the path-
invite you to throw your shoes off,
or walk into the mysterious foliage;

toes sinking into the sand
its like inches don't matter anymore.
We never made it to the roof top club,
but who cares-
Walking on water only takes you so far
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Sometimes Italy brings me to
this crescendoed plateau of
unseeming emotional heartache.
Stoic gargoyles smiling at John
Lennon's stereo reciever that sings like
Glowing enigmas on the side of the path-
invite you to throw your shoes off,
or walk into the mysterious foliage;

toes sinking into the sand
its like inches don't matter anymore.
We never made it to the roof top club,
but who cares-
Walking on water only takes you so far
<milwaukee?>
then its just finding a white tee shirt
that meets your misconceptions.
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tick tock tick tock tick [Jul. 8th, 2002|10:57 pm]
Joe
i'm such a goddamn wuss.
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(no subject) [Jun. 20th, 2002|07:21 pm]
Joe
i've ran over the situation hundreds of times in my head. situations that don't exist. relationships that don't exist. emotions that don't exist. in my head, we were so close. and we meant so much to each other. but the difference between fantasy adn reality is validation. and validation is coming from everywhere, except where i want (or have lead myself to believe that i need) it most.
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(no subject) [Jun. 20th, 2002|07:16 pm]
Joe
it's not anyone's fault, especially mine. the situation is totally out of anyone's control. but how many times in a row, is the situation going to be out of our control? and how many times do i second guess myself, before i give up.

maybe its just a sign. its time to stop creating things in my head that don't exist. this never really existed, or so it seems.

its time to stop creating emotions that i have no right to create. and its time to stop thinking that someone else is hurting me, when i'm just hurting myself, by continuing to believe that there was something in the first place.

i think its just time to stop.
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take me to the fifth grade, when things don't matter [Jun. 16th, 2002|03:04 pm]
Joe
its really just a risk. but what isn't a risk in life. every decision, value, opportunity forces you to put what you believe on the line, and risk rejection.

but i can't put how i feel on the line. because i can't take the risk. i have something to lose. and a very short time frame.

you see, i either have a limited amount of time to take the risk, and reap the rewards.

or a limited amount of time to be content with what i have, and not risk losing it.
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st. louis can take a lick of this popsicle [Jun. 9th, 2002|10:54 pm]
Joe
1. pastel suburban love 1 1 1
7. my feelings 2 7 3
2. on my plane 3 2 2
8. change by day by night by day 4 8 4
3. droogs by side 5 3 5
9. and although i have my friends 6 9 7
4. life in hand 7 4 6
10. keep treasure chests in heaven 8 10 8
5. taken 9 5 9
11. i'm gone 10 11 11
6. strewn mired clay 11 6 10
12. lost, covered in confusion 12 12 12
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