WHAT THE FUCK.

MISSY HIGGINS IS SINGING ON BRETT DENNEN’S ALBUM
FUCKSHIT THAT’S AMAZING.

EXCUSE ME WHILE I COME ALL OVER THE PLACE.

COULD THIS MEAN A TOUR TOGETHER IN THE FUTURE?
A TOUR WHERE BRETT ISN’T WITH JOHN MAYER?

>.> If that bastard infiltrates a Missy concert, I’ll kill him.
I will. Kill him.

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I’m annoyed because I can’t find a good video/stream for The New Pornographer’s song Go Places.

 
I’m dying to play it everywheeeeere.
It comes out of my cellphone when people call.
But that’s so not enough.
I want to spread the love.

Lalala~ It’s 2am. [Updated]

I don’t know what you want
Much less what you even need
I can’t tell you what I’m seeing
I don’t know where you are

My chest is right here
Right fucking here.
Can you see it?

My insides are scaring me off
One bloody pulpy mass
That’s what’s inside me
Not secrets, not memories, not stories
Blood, veins, organs

I like all your quirks and imperfections
They make you seem more real.

Just like me.
You’re just like me.

My voice is my persona.

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I don’t know where the hell this came from.
I’m watching Appleseed? :D ?
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xD And WTF is this?

Who the hell is searching that? rofl.
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AND.
Happy seven years to me and my ring.

I just woke up, and I’m writing something angry. Figures.

I find your thinking isn’t entirely unfounded
Part of me can’t help but loathe that fact
You’re creeping in my territory
Like a timed explosive
Like you’re going to destroy me
You’ll do it the first chance you get
You’ll be happy once I join you
Bitter, maimed, and clinging to false hopes
Stowing away lost truths that were empty to begin with

There’s a vendetta out for me, it seems
But there’s one small piece you’re missing
Have you forgotten why you hate me in the first place?
I fucked you over, kid.
And I wont hesitate to do it again.

And again.
And again.

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I don’t even know why that’s in awp form.
It’s just me rambling and being irritated.
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I’m starting a dream log.

I’M SICK. NO, REALLY.

The point of this post is to report what most people already know is true.
You can go into a doctor’s office and get prescribed medicine you don’t even need.

I went in today for a routine bronchitis trip.
Because I get it 3-4 times a year.

My doctor prescribed me a z-pack like usual. Standard antibiotics.
She knows my symptoms. I know my symptoms.
Having bronchitis at this point for me is no big deal.
I have an annoying dry persistent cough, and that’s all I really notice.
If I just have a bottle of water with me, it’s like I’m 100% fine.
My doctor knows this.

I do not need a 250mL bottle of codeine.
Which you need a special prescription for by the way. Codeine is extracted from opium, kids. One dose is about 12% of the effects of morphine.

I asked for it out of nowhere.
And she gave it to me.
I was relatively surprised.

I just thought it would be interesting to test out the theory for myself. And it worked.

Go figure.

What am I going to do with it? Hell if I know.

Happy Pride, you queers.

:D It’s that time of year again.

Actually, it’s Sunday evening and technically it’s already over.

BUT.

I’ll just say this.
I love being gay.
I love it.
And even though it’s only a fraction of a fraction of who I am.
I can’t help but feel defined by it during the hours when I’m in the middle of Castro or Civic Center with hundreds of bodies pressed against me.

And a few thousand people clouding the streets.

It’s unbelievably liberating to be in the presence of so many people who have the same thing in common. Every year I feel like it brings out the best in me. I suppose it’s because I feel so at peace. Everyone loves everyone during pride. Everyone is your brother or your sister. Their pain is your pain. Their struggle is your struggle. And during these two days out of the year, it’s like we’re free.

We’re the majority.

I was actually in the position to say “Haha. Look at the random awkward straight people.”
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Yesterday one of my friends said the coolest thing ever to me.
Even though I wasn’t quite clear-minded at the time I remember it really well. xD

She came over, sat next to me, and told me “I love you, Oli. I just wanted to tell you because I’ve got a feeling you don’t hear it enough.”

I don’t know why it impacted me so much.
But it really, really did.

And I just wanted to say thank you.
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I’ve got a hard case of tough to beat
Subsequent to the need for transparency
We’re talking insanity here
Not that playground brand hypocrisy
There’s a fleeting need that leads to anxiety
Eyes filter it like it’s a lens to view the world through
And slabs of concrete are building our walls
Instead of demystifying our secret troubles
Instead of deconstructing our secrets that matter far too much to the individual

I am human, therefore I am defective.
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I know why I’m getting irritated with my writing.
It sounds like hoity-toity philosophical nonsense.
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I’m a little bit embarrassed right now.

$2

It was here I imagined I was an architect
With jagged little blueprints on some shitty yellowed paper
And I pressed my foot into the dirt
Like you might press a gun to a sentenced man
And I watched it slowly sink in
Pleased at how easily it gave
Proud that I was soon to possess it

Office Plant

Perception fades to opaque
Linguistic context is paradox
There’s not much I can categorize
Feet crunching on pavement
Rocks are nutritious
There’s not much to see here
Tiles in the mausoleum
And patches of grass outside
Children laughing somewhere
Or paying homage, it’s all quite blurry now

dwntwn

theres a mushroom cloud outside with a piano inside thats reverberating into the surrounding walls and there are people in my yard without faces looking to see what might occur in the future and i am part of a team and all my players are equal and the desert silence only fuels their characteristics more when i remind them that theyre human just like i am and there are noises sometimes that i cant handle like when your car window is rolled down and the wind is hitting you in the ear with a little too much bass or a voice that’s unhappy but not just any voice it has to have meaning and sometimes i wonder why life implanted a need for likes and dislikes preferences and objections and sometimes i have to be in the right mood to even talk to people or ill be miserable and i am a thief and sometimes i just dont seem to know anymore and i revert back to a state of dependancy but when youve got nothing to depend on shit can get hard sometimes and i know some people who spend their whole lives involved in fucking who theyve fucked how theyre fucking and they talk and judge things and people simply by a superficial thing people say we need and i dont think its terribly important sometimes all thats important to me is getting out of here and taking my muse yeah you some cash and some clothes and becoming a nomad that wouldnt stay in one place long enough to get involved in peoples bullshit anymore and id stand up for me instead of just others and i would start to think that headlights and break lights were beautiful because they meant movement and they meant change and theres a mushroom cloud outside and its so foggy and i might be bleeding from the raining debris and that might just be okay because i wont mind it for long and its beautiful

Status.

I’m kicking my own butt.
I went for a 10 mile walk today.
And I’m averaging 4-5 miles a day this week.

Eat my shit stomach fat. I’m killing you.
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Dad got laid off.
He’ll be home a lot again until he finds another job.
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I’m not sure what you want with your hands cupped toward the street
Baggage is too heavy, but coins are fine
The more the merrier, in fact
You can save them, you can play with them, but eventually you’ll spend them
And they’ll be gone
Until you get new coins that’ll be used just as easily
And you wont have to think twice, no
Because they’ll just sit there waiting to be useful
Something quiet and of value
And you don’t care about this kind of weight
It’s a weight you can get rid of
God forbid someone offer you something more than just a temporary handful.

Don’t you know the saying?
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What is up with my crappy writing?
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xD I forgot I had more than one old livejournal.
Deleted that too.

I keep finding myself all over the internet.
D: Whyyyy am I everywhere?

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