Saturday, May 27, 2006
the O in emo stands for octagonal shapes filling my head as i spin 180 on the concrete. it stands for the orange street lighting which bounces off grey concrete buildings and fills empty hotel rooms through the gaps in the curtains. it stands for the opening between your lips where you breathe lightly/softly and the wind whistles as it passes through the spaces in your teeth. it stands for old times documented in photograph albums or written down on a piece of scrap paper, already turning yellow from age. it stands for oatmeal, orang utans and olives.
James Barr at 11:59 PM
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your lipstick, his collar
Sorrow drips into your heart through a pinhole 
i am james, you are stranger.. lets make love.
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Just like a faucet that leaks and there is comfort in the sound
But while you debate half empty or half full,
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