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Journal Journal: LA

I had seven faces thought i knew which one to wear
I'm sick of spending these lonely nights training myself not to care
the freeway is a porno pavements they are a mess
i know you've supported me for a long time
somehow i'm not impressed

L.A. cares (got to be some more change in my life)
L.A. cares (got to be some more change in my life)
L.A. cares (got to be some more change in my life)
L.A. Cares (got to be some more change in my life)

some way she is a porno and the pavements they are a mess
i know you've supported me for a long time
somehow i'm not impressed

It's up to me now turn on the bright lights
It's up to me now turn on the bright lights

Portland Cares (got to be some more change in my life)
Portland Cares (got to be some more change in my life)
Portland Cares (got to be some more change in my life)
Portland Cares (got to be some more change in my life)

It's up to me now turn on the bright lights
(got to be some more change in my life)
oh, It's up to me now turn on the bright lights
(got to be some more change in my life)

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Journal Journal: Obstacle 1

I wish I could eat the salt off of your lost faded lips
we could cap the old times make playing only logical harm
we could cap the old lines make playing that nothing else will change
well she can read she can read she can read she can read she's bad
she can read she can read she can read she's bad
oh she's bad

but it's different now that I'm poor and aging I'll never see this face again you'll go stabbing yourself in the neck

we could find new ways of living make playing only logical harm
we could talk the old times play making and nothing else will change
but she can read she can read she can read she can read she's bad
she can read she can read she can read she's bad
oh she's bad

it's different now that I'm poor and aging I'll never see this place again you'll go stabbing yourself in the neck
but it's different now that I'm poor and aging I'll never see this place again you'll go stabbing yourself in the neck

it's in the way that she poses
it's in the things that she puts in my hair
her stories are boring and stuff
she's always calling my bluff
she puts the she puts the weights into my little heart
and she gets in my room and she takes it apart
she puts the weights into my little heart
I say she puts the weights into my little heart

she passed away

it's in the way that she was
heaven is never enough
she puts the weights in my heart
she puts the she puts the weights into my little heart

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Journal Journal: All Is Full of Love

You'll be given love
You'll be taken care of
You'll be given love
You have to trust it

Maybe not from the sources
You have poured yours
Maybe not from the directions
You are staring at

Twist your head around
It's all around you
All is full of love
All around you

All is full of love
You just aint receiving
All is full of love
Your phone is off the hook
All is full of love
Your doors are all shut
All is full of love!
All is full of love, all is full of love ...
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Journal Journal: "Justin-take it for what you will/take me for all i am"

"these puddles beneath my heart
thick with blood and love
make dark the street and your eyes
sinking to meet them
deflating like slow balloons
melting, aching into the pavement
a cold embrace of concrete
and you are home.
I don't even see you moving in that
sea of stone and dripping, shimmering life

but you are there
losing beneath between the two
losing yourself somewhere in me
i feel only your phantom heartbeat
and the heaviness of your blue silence
i remember how i used to fill you sweetly with colors
with the breath of angels
like symphonies of honey air
there was a palce
(full of my words for you, those god-children)
that joined our minds
where you were king
and i was queen
and we saw only that we were royal.
now i watch you from so far away
how is it my dirty thoughts enter
your veins like needles?
the blackened metal of my mind
in your slow rivers
you've forgotten how my heart used to kiss yours
in the depths of one shared body
i've forgotten how to touch your face.
these memories have shallow graves
the earth above them breathes still"
-TLB

I'd give anything for my old misery.

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