rice cakes

Morning to night:

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i felt like it was awkward that at work i told some people that there was a "party" at my house tonight and i knew that at least a few of them assumed that meant alcohol. when you hear "party" in college, i feel that's what most people assume, drinking. haha, actually, i forgot that there was beer there.

very fun night, i do believe things went well.

i feel like this is going to be like surgery. careful incisions to cut out the right parts.
i like the feel of the image this line presents to me:

"the shrapnel remains in my skin from the explosion of your life into mine"

good material for a song, The Devil Wears Prada style. oh, "what is The Devil Wears Prada style?" you ask? glad you asked. here is one of their music videos with the lyrics beneath it. they're a Christian band, mind you.



Lyrics to song Hey John, What's Your Name Again?

The concept of fashion is the one to blame: painting the portrait of
conviction-less existence. well, it must be difficult being so gorgeous.
claiming to be the kings and queens but it's all of nothing
this shall pass. megalomania. congratulations on mutiliation for a life
i'm going to hope for you, i'm going to pray for you
amongst the wreckless and the black
salvation lies within.
my time is your's my friend. we all find ourselves so horribly weak
(Oh God,) here's an offering
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so maybe you don't like the music, but maybe you can handle the message of the words. i like that band.


ah, surgery.
the shrapnel of you left in me from the combustion of two lives colliding.
piece by piece, removing the shards embedded within
until the bits are broken on the floor
only the deepest remnants remain, for time undetermined.
You are the surgeon Lord, operate as you see fit
though it bleeds and it burns
sometimes to cauterize is to heal best.


-wow, i do believe i like what i've just written. a poem. maybe someday a song.
don't get any ideas about misery. i'm happy. i feel better writing, it's good.
catharsis, haha.

goodnight to you.