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Name: hannah
Country: United States
State: California
Metro: Orange County
Birthday: 12/4/1984
Gender: Female
Interests: a good tune and a nice embrace
Expertise: hugs. sometimes, i read books. i collect boys and bus tickets and jars of feeling. i love to love and listen to piano in the dark...
Occupation: Student
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AIM:  hannahkawai
Member Since:
12/16/2003
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| uncertainty, unhurriedly
sitting on sand that sinks as water rises.
walking on sizzling asphalt as surpassing suprises
that enter nostrils, eyes, ears graze tip to tips.
a restless night under a blanket of stars,
stranded on an island of dogs and four hands.
the telescope reveals nonsense knowses.
scanning flocks of a feathered flurry,
depicting a moving sky so bright it stings eyes.
time skips beats, determination, prancing.
searching for that perfect moment to erupt into breath.
bare with me as i sing this painting,
a flowing mosaic of dreams that have died, gone to heaven, and been reincarnated as thine.
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| so, on our trip to not vegas, we spent the day at the pool. my
first real "sun worshiping" day all summer. it was a quaint day
ending in a stomach ache, i wish i wasnt so damn lactose. on the
way home from yesterday's escapades, i had the sudden urge to watch
fear and loathing, i yearned for it like little calves yearn for the
teet, it was bad. anyways i checked blockbuster and they didnt
have it, i checked hollywood and they only had it on vhs...like anyone
has a vcr anymore pleeeease, i checked wal-mart and they didnt have
it...i was so tempted to drive across town to target to see if they had
it but i figured it would have been futile since it was around closing
time. so, determined that my mad woman driving skills were
not in vain, i went back to hollywood were i decided to let impulse
take control. instead of fear and loathing, i ended up falling
for the 3 for $25 deal thing and bought walk the line, ds block party,
and the corpse bride. i never buy dvds, so i dont know what came
over me. in other news my high school friend from the boonies moved
like litterally 2 miles from me. now for those of you from
civilization this might not mean anything, but let me tell you, it's a
humangous deal when someone leaves the boonies, it's like escaping
hell. perhaps a little too dramatic, but you get the
picture. so yeah, we went to eat then i took him to the spectrum and
watched pirates. dan you should have walked outta work early
son! omfg, i had a heart attack like 3 times and i think its
possible that i may have orgasmed. if you havent seen it, go go
go.
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| thom yorke is god.
"epic"
oh my god i want to do it again.
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| broke
it's like water that makes its final journey down the top side of the leaf
a four hour trip, destination: utah
a slow but steady overture, a held breath, a dive head first
yes, i said a dive head first.
a skip over the period,
the question mark,
the exclamation point,
what have you
no stops, breaks, or rolls, pleace thank you
so with two decietful eyes covered by two clenched fists, we take the plunge
it is a dive head first.
it is what existed before crashing systems triggered by bare footed men
poluted hook, line, sink
it is what existed before our programmed minds blindly locked themselves into a ricoculous oblivion
it is what existed before whispers became words that had no meaning,
yet still contained more potency than the little beetle that killed a
nation.
it is what existed before wild hurricanes raped the night as children sat to watch, hungry for pain.
it is what existed before assemilation become a hobby, imagination became a chore.
crumbling bones sit in dismay at the wreck that remains
two pieces of plywood and a broken chair
what dreams they had, these ancients, as they smoke their cobbed pipes filled with desire and disapointment.
the infamous twins of destruction...
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clinking in your pocket, rummaging roots that have failed once
again. grown have not but on this spot, emptiness has started,
no, errupted into new birth. past lives exist no more, the future
is near, or is it the end? the end, of little seed, of smoking
weed, of finding yourself on roof tops bashing brick into skull.
here asking is too easy, so i'll fly down myself, leaving wealth, no
stealth, discovering in caverns deep, uprooted trees floating in
unison, a cemetary of dismembered youth. while bullets blind from
birds fly, daggered eyes, distorted minds, the leaves leave echos woke,
i mean wake. wake, a subjective verb that is to be used as birth then
redistrubuted into little blocks of earth, worth-less hi-fi, rip-ing
rhymes, seam-less lines of white, pure white.
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