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Who wants this dog??? [Oct. 9th, 2005|06:32 pm]
the only living boy
[mood |vindictive]
[music |minus the bear-2 star hotel]


and snowball
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its not the fall [Oct. 5th, 2005|10:19 pm]
the only living boy
its not the fall that keeps her down.
its not the leaves dieing or the cold mornings
you have spent walking quickly to your class
its not missing friends missing youth misssing me missing you.
its not the slow movement of the clocks hand
stretching this shadow across the lonely room.

what is it about the fall that makes you break
i thought you would land with that same grace
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fall smells wonderful [Sep. 15th, 2005|04:44 pm]
the only living boy
[mood |amusedamused]
[music |two star motel- minus the bear]

im going to miss summer just as much as the next schmoe but parden me if i say the fall is absolutely wonderful and winter is well winter just is.

i am madly in love with my wife laura where ever she may be.

moving band equipment to townhouse...
brooke is gonna be pissed.
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i'm paying luxury tax out the ass on baltic avenue [Sep. 13th, 2005|06:31 pm]
the only living boy
slowly the leaves are changing.
i wanna go to the cider mill and take pictures with everyone at cranbrook under the trees.its wondeful the leaves changing

one word Kalkaska

i have ended up in a basement for the past 4 nights and every night has been something different.god bless the town house those yippies over there are sweet.

my tongue sharpens with age.
so long sangsara and on and on
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and yet a nother poem... [Sep. 5th, 2005|02:08 pm]
the only living boy
A Cigarette and Smoke

After sex a cigarette
that is all i ask for
The only thing i want out of this
these few minutes after sex
we are calming and quite
as we both delight in the pleasures of our vices
after sex it is a cigarette and then on to
your start towards the door
i reach for my plaid boxers and my undershirt
now we have the words to say finally we have caught our breath
i don't care for this part, the words,
more is to be said for two people in a bed, in a room quite
lighting this beautiful connection
we are the same smoke waiving in perfect circles
arnt we just the perfect circle.
one moment
no conflict
no words
just a cigarette and some smoke.
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(no subject) [Sep. 4th, 2005|05:41 pm]
the only living boy
Weird weather
And i am plotting our future
(Cigarette half lit)
The stale smoke reminds me of the ashtray laying next to your bed
Plucking roaches from half empty cigarette boxes
Shit to do
(i breathe)
I miss your bad habits.
I miss you.

The phone goes dead she's gone again.
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(no subject) [Aug. 12th, 2005|09:54 pm]
the only living boy
you've found your target darlin let her rip
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(no subject) [Jul. 31st, 2005|06:12 pm]
the only living boy
i wanna drive until there is not a sound for miles and scream my lungs red.

please let me know it could all be so much easier if we were grown ups.

my life is a run on sentence out of a bad romance mystery novel.

yayas chicken on the table peaCE
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The Habit and Jakes Ride Home [Jul. 31st, 2005|06:02 pm]
the only living boy

In winter flesh is gaining trust.

Missing out on the extraordinary satisfaction of
intercourse and the humane way of living
so then this is were boredom sets in,
sinks to the pit of your stomach allowing

You to breath-in just enough to clean
out the skeletons in your closet and the monsters
under your bed. now you can sleep tonight

My friend. now you can open your eyes
your dreams no longer haunt you

I wish that i could be there to hold your hand
realizing i cannot i stray away from
insanity by keeping my feet on any
stable ground. you're stable maybe for
him but not for me. it gives off a dark

Emanating brush of a feeling held close to
your gorgeous eyes in hesitating
ever so sweetly. come claim my heart and
steal me away from this pen & ink dream.

blend 27 and chocolate milk
by the only living boy on Jul 19 
In Category: Other. 2 total.

wake me in the morn             
ing before you go.
the party was
nice all of our
nds were there.
waiting to

Please don't be angry.
    in your solitude.
watching us and missing out.
are       missing

They made you beautiful.
 I brought you cold and alone.
(I've torn
  heart out)
on the auction block ready to be sold.
the highest bidder any and all who wish to carry the burden of broken hearts and burning dreams.

Set me high,
                the mezzanine
in the ba
reading a magazine

to be?

      How did it get to be that you are just learning to please?

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missing you doesnt begin to explain this [Jul. 19th, 2005|11:01 pm]
the only living boy
........My life in plus and minus at the age of 20........(no peticular order)

+ new apartment
+ promotion (moving on up)
+ $200 a week raise
+ Suzanne at century 21 taking me under her wing (finding my niche)
+ mustang 69 (very hush hush)
- living the life of a 37 year old and missing out on my "20 somethings" ( its no fun)
+ kyle ryan jason and the rest of the beautiful walled lake crowd
+ fenton girls
+ women in general
+ Taxi cab Shane
- marc in canada
+smoke-a-bowl-athon in ann arbor
- the dent in my honda
+ proud owner of 2 pianos
-2 shitty pianos
+the ability to fight or flee (priceless)
+the west bloomfield farmington crew
+chicago with carol ( i saw chris and we were both wearing lacosse polos mine was pink but damn hott)
- 110 in the shade
+ florida to see zephian
+ looking this good
+ working out
+ food
+ sex
+ learning how to be comfortable in between adult and child (just in time)
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