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Stop saying that you don’t want us to last. Do you really think I want to hear that? Sometimes I wish you were more of a romantic. Sometimes I wish you were more passionate about me. I much rather you didn’t give a shit about how long it’s been or the future of our relationship at all, merely said you loved me and that was that. Fuck the future. I refuse to lie in wait of our break up. If you don’t think we should stay together that long because you’re scared we won’t be friends after then why the fuck are we still together now? Regardless of how long we’re together, I am always going to find it painful seeing you once we break up. That’s just how I am. I’ve never broken up with someone before because I don’t think you should give up on a relationship without a fight. Ending it for that reason would be stupid and immature.

Ugh, my head hurts.

I’m sorry. But this is how I think, every scenario goes through my head and forces me to deal with the worst case. I don’t like it, but that’s how it is, I wont burden you with it anymore, I’ll keep it in my throat and let it settle in my gullet. I won’t make your head hurt.

1 year ago on February 12, 2011 at 01:21am

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1 year ago on February 08, 2011 at 10:13pm

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The most unusual thing I ever stole? A snowman.
Midnight. He looked magnificent; a tall, white mute
beneath the winter moon. I wanted him, a mate
with a mind as cold as the slice of ice
within my own brain. I started with the head.
Better off dead than giving in, not taking
what you want. He weighed a ton; his torso,
frozen stiff, hugged to my chest, a fierce chill
piercing my gut. Part of the thrill was knowing
that children would cry in the morning. Life’s tough.
Sometimes I steal things I don’t need. I joy-ride cars
to nowhere, break into houses just to have a look.
I’m a mucky ghost, leave a mess, maybe pinch a camera.
I watch my gloved hand twisting the doorknob.
A stranger’s bedroom. Mirrors. I sigh like this - Aah.
It took some time. Reassembled in the yard,
he didn’t look the same. I took a run
and booted him. Again. Again. My breath ripped out
in rags. It seems daft now. Then I was standing
alone amongst lumps of snow, sick of the world.
Boredom. Mostly I’m so bored I could eat myself.
One time, I stole a guitar and thought I might
learn to play. I nicked a bust of Shakespeare once,
flogged it, but the snowman was strangest.
You don’t understand a word I’m saying, do you?

Carol Ann Duffy - Stealing.
The only poem by Duffy that I actually like and enjoy the ideas of. Probably due to the political critique that lurks over it, the bitter sentiments of unemployment and uncertainty. And probably, more likely, because he’s in a state of denial, telling us all that he does this out of boredom, whereas he is really doing this to try and give some structure to his life. I did enjoy this one.

1 year ago on February 08, 2011 at 09:50pm

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Half Of Me Is The Gasoline.

I thought it was if a body catch a body.
I'm not actually this angry, but being behind a keyboard brings out the worse in me. I'm not pretentious honestly, no matter how it may seem, I'm really not.
I have a lisp, it's slight, but still there, boring into the corners of my skull and pushing out the correct pronunciation of words. And there is idiotic need for solitude at the same time as being surrounded by like minded people.
I'm trying to disperse photos, artworks (not usually by myself), the crap that spills out my of my brain through my ears and onto the screen and quotes evenly amongst my blog - I'd hate it to be overstuffed.
I'm new here. I hate it already.
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