letthis_go

letthis_go @ 2008-07-26T11:49:00

2008-07-26T15:51:09Z

stopped using livejournal, just as i usually do.
but now im back because of 123insert...
deleted all my friends and stuff, cause everything is outdated. i shall make new friends, and post new things. everythings so old!

love and love.

letthis_go @ 2007-08-23T00:41:00

2007-08-23T04:50:08Z

i realize that i never continue to write in this journal, ever ever ever.
the only times i even think to write something in it are when i am :

high.

thats actually the only time.
yeah, so maybe im thinking im going to delete alllll the entries ive ever written.
and im going to start again with this as it is
and when i feel like writing, ill write.

but i dont want to write about my day, and how i felt and what happened and what i did.
i just want to write whatever comes to mind - so be aware of that.

and in other news, how is everyone?

picture post

2007-06-16T00:31:50Z

my mum brought the camera to my horseback riding lesson thursday.
i dont seem like id ride horses when you just look at me.
but fuck, i love it.
oh, and there's pictures of the three day old kittens =]
she only had two.
hope everyones summer is going well.

so thats Buckie, the horse i ride. he's extra sweeet.

what?!

baby kitties!

they look so funny, but theyre so delicate and beautiful.

ironic how she has one thats main colour is black.. and one thats orangeish with no black or dark whatsoever.

letthis_go @ 2007-05-28T16:50:00

2007-05-28T20:51:47Z

i wonder if anyones going to actually read the whole thing. theyre long.
but fuck, theyre so creepy.
but so well written..
someone atleast tell me what you think about these:

It starts with you
on a mattress in your parents' old room,
clipping your toenails into the room
like the room will fade
and you will move
onto other rooms
and you will go
to other places.
Then the wedding,
Then the woman passed out
in the driver's seat
at the order board at White Castle.
We woke her up and she went
'round to the pick up window
like she knew exactly where she was.
Then I wept
with my face in your night shirt,
trying hard as hell to say
"until death separates us,"
loosening the skin on your breastbone,
I painted your nails
and you sleep
while I write all this down.

There was a moth caught in the soapdish
laminated in lye
Will you still remember me well
If I don't get to two-o-o-five?
my dead line Gemini

When we're on different sides of the globe
I thought we'd keep our veins tangled
like a pair of mic cables,
And if there ain't enough slack to reach
that we'd solder them together
and across oceans they'd stretch.
Our faces reflected in separate windshields
and all our body hair pricked up
an elephant eyelash.
Should we be tempted by thief or saint
it seems I leave and you stay
to crawl the cage and curse.
But don't regret the done dirt,
there is no life plan set,
you just swallow the cold
and follow your breath until death.
Now even if the will to sleep persists
I can't 'cause a harsh cloth, it grazes my blisters.

There was a moth caught in the soapdish
laminated in lye
Will you still remember me well
If I don't get to two-o-o-five?
My dead line Gemini.

Today I fell asleep in a bath of hair.
Hair that once sprouted from my own
white wet chalk follicles.
I swallow a coal
and follow my breath
and I did it with the grapefruit soap
thinking of you.
Bathed, shaved, and oiled,
your legs are two skinny dolphins swimming
between the mattress and the layers of bedding
turning in your drug dry sleep.
When I ask you to kiss my pulse
you offer to start the shower.
I want a verb and you give me a noun.
What do you dream up while I tongue you down?

There was a moth caught in the soapdish
laminated in lye
Will you still remember me well
If I don't get to two-o-o-five?
My dead line Gemini.

You know my build.
You know my size.
The degree to which my eyes
are astigmatic.

letthis_go @ 2007-05-20T13:37:00

2007-05-20T17:38:16Z

this journal is friends only.

comment, ill add!
thanks
<3